Kamyuja Queen [ReVamp Update]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Akkaiwasha
akivasha the second

。 identity

。 pseudonym

。 gender

。 her apparent age

。 her bloodline

。 her height

。 her weight

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。 her alignment

。 her birth country

。 her village

。 her theme(s)

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[Celaena Kamyuja]

inner woman
Little miss sunshine

…Akkaiwasha yanked him out of the chair and banged his head against the fireplace. “Tell me. I’ll kill you if you make me ask you again. Tell me!”
“Your sister’s dead,” he said quickly. He fell to the floor. Akkaiwasha stared down at him, shock and denial all over her face. “When did she die?” she whispered. “I-I-I” he grunted as her foot connected with his ribs. Now he could barely breathe. Akkaiwasha picked up the fireplace poker. She hadn’t lived a long life without picking up a thing or two. “Dearie,” she said in a calm tone that belied the fury he saw in her eyes. “I will take this poker and ram one of your eyes out if you don’t start answering my questions. Now, when did my sister die?”
Silence. As the poker entered his eye, the male cried out, “She died about three days ago! A box came here from”-
“Get the box,” Akkaiwasha ordered.
Akkaiwasha snatched the box from him, and tore it open. She saw several effects – photo albums, pictures, a large wooden cross, a rosary choker, and a plain envelop marked AKIVASHA II. She tore it open, and read it.
She was standing so still Jade almost thought she had died standing up. There was no animation. She simply stared down at the letter like she had been turned to stone. “Miss,” he begged, “it wasn’t my fault.” Akkaiwasha turned to him, and he screamed shrilly. Her skin looked like transparent glass – with great obsidian eyes blazing grief and cold fury.
“Not your fault?” she questioned venomously. Then she threw herself on him and started beating him furiously. “How the hell can you tell me it’s not your fault?” She screamed expletives and insults at the top of her lungs between blows. Her voice went through him like a knife – all the glass in the room shattered. “You despicable, vile lapdog – it’s all your fault! You should have told me! You snake… you loathsome shit! I hate you! If you had any balls, you’d put a stake through her murder’s black heart!” Akkaiwasha threw herself off him. He was as good as dead…

Akkaiwasha’s personality is explained as an involving one. She can be fair one moment, and nasty and cruel the next. The saying, never judge a book by its cover, is what needs to be taken upon with Akkaiwasha around. She is a person of pure cruelty and insanity who cares for no one but herself. But at first she wasn't always like that. At one time before the age of turning, she was sweet and caring, but one who always had a short temper. However, after one fateful day, Akkaiwasha was reborn, but instead out of love, it was out of hate, anger, envy but above all fear.

Once upon a time, she didn’t even remember her childhood, but she knows that her fear generates from whatever happened in that ‘blank’ moment of phase. She has very little opinions on the way of sex, but what does interest her mostly is when it comes to something like violence and killing she has a lot of opinions about it, every single one of them good, even though if someone denied her opinions on the matter, they will see that she was bad. Mad and unstable. One goal to Akkaiwasha is that she will not aid the weak, if she sees someone else doing just that, she will feel mentally sick. And if she could get away with murder, then she will see to it that that happens. She suffers with a disorder which is called Sadistic personality disorder, in where she treats everybody else like filth. She also is diagnosed with two other disorders which are called: Post-traumatic stress disorder and Atelophobia.

She loves to humiliate people in the presence of others in the hopes that they will obey her or see themselves killed. She is deeply amused in watching and partaking in killing, hurting other people for torture is her favourite sport. Let’s just say, she is fascinated by violence, weapons – anything sharp – injury and torture. If there is no torture in life, then she will not be happy. Now then it comes to love, her opinions are completely scattered as she believes that really there is absolutely no point to love. This however can change if she finds someone that perks her curiosity by either their personality or their appearance but even then it is quite hard to get her to change her mind.

Honesty is something that Akkaiwasha is not good with, if she finds someone she trusts enough, then she might consider, but if not, then it is definitely not a factor. She'll lie whenever she wants however she wants whether it be for fun or for personal gain she will lie to get what she wants. What she finds most hard in life was to do something nice for someone else. It is impossible for her to do anything nice for someone who is weak. If it wasn't for anything, she'll hate to have the title 'pathetic' placed upon her head. Now she does care what others think of her.

If she could change one thing about herself, that will be to be slightly nicer - totally against her alignment, but even to her, she does get lonely. Now her greatest strength would definitely have to be that she is a very physically strong woman her learns things very quickly. She also finds herself easily able to push her physical limits and still keep on going. Her biggest weakness would have to definitely be her insanity, finding herself unable to cope with simple tasks because her mood changes things every so often and an ever changing mind-set conflicts with her lifestyle so badly. But overall she manages brilliantly. Now the question upon everybody's lips is... What happened to her father and mother? Well that simple, her mother is dead, and her father well he is a no body.

Aside from her lack of empathy and despite her cruelty and evil, she values her own life dearly. Paranoid that someone else will kill her one day, she uses her strength to the maximum in hopes that if a blade come to hit, it will not matter. Even though she will feel the pain after a while, at least she will be alive. One thing above everything else. She loves a good joke and will never be a bored person within a crowd. She is strong, powerful, and very prideful; cold and reserved, she is highly aristocratic and arrogant, looking down upon everyone in all manner. Well why is that? Because she is Vampire.

However, she is a very organised. The need to make sure everything works according to plan is her motto, one in a many of her shinobi ways. Everything she does, whether it be a simple train to a mission of great importance, it needs to be completed and correctly without fail. She is the type of person who does not abandon a project when it is not finished, and she definitely does not slack off the job even if she has lost interest. She will see things through until the bitter end.

Though when it comes to tasks, she likes to think it through before she embarks on it. If it is a bit complicated, she will make a list, mostly within her mind, and methodically work her way through it. As when she has a goal, she will not be satisfied until she has reached it. And when it comes to detail, she will not ignore it. If she doesn't understand how it is to be done, she will ask or do it to her best standards and or abilities. Akkaiwasha does not understand how anyone can get anything accomplished without thoughtful planning ahead of time. When things are needed to be done, she will plan beforehand instead of leaving it to the last minute. Now she is the type of person who will not be comfortable when things do not go according to plan. Nor is she a procrastinator. She will not waste her time when she could be elsewhere, getting down to business. She loves art, beauty and design, and has a good taste when it comes to music, clothing or anything else artistic. She enjoys reading and traveling especially to some place unknown.

Now she believes that there is a logical explanation for everything, and also a logical solution to every problem, so when it comes to hard trouble times, she is a good problem-solver. And for her upper most personal, she doesn't see the need to share what she is thinking or feeling. She tends to present herself in a way which is formal but also keeps her inmost thoughts to herself. She is the form of secrets, and would not tell a word even if she was being beaten to death. What secret she holds, will stay with her until she dies. Akkaiwasha is the type of person who is accustomed to rubbing the person the wrong way, it simply happens when she expresses her opinions, or simply her way of speech as she is aggressive and decisive, being a pragmatic person who appears cold and harsh.

However, she has shown that she genuinely cares for those important to her, whether that be friends or a current village. The death of her sister hit her hard. So much so that she was forced to sleep for a hundred years due to a pain so intense she couldn’t handle it. Akkaiwasha is alone. And she misses her sister so very much. She worries that she will not find someone who will claim place the empty hole in her heart. I mean, will anyone truly love a Vampire?

[Celaena Kamyuja]

carved figure
delicate as any vampire

…As she hurried through the corridors, she crashed into a tall, muscular man. He snarled, “Bitch! The word is excuse me!” The Kamyuja whirled around. “Watch who you call a bitch.” The man took a step back in shock. He simply could not believe what stood in front of him – a young woman with vivid silver hair that made her pale, colourless skin look even worse. He thought a ghost was glaring at him. Her skin looked like paper but the worst part was her dark black eyes; they blazed with power and hatred…

Akkaiwasha is a tall and elegant young woman with flawless pale white marble coloured skin, lush curves, but her body is all sculpted muscle. Eccentric, she was born with red eyes, a liquid kind as good as any demonic creatures with dark sometimes perpendicular pupils. They are sharp, outlined with black liquid eyeliner that are lined underneath her eyes, pointed marginally at the finishes, and to conclude, her eyes are also ringed professionally with mascara to give off length and to make the lashes appear darker. Her eyebrows are low arched with a soft angle, thin not thickly trimmed and are always kept tidy. It’s suitable for her face shape which is squared and for the reason, because she has a strong jawline. Adjoining her appearance, she has long thick thigh-length silver-whitish-purplish coloured hair. Her fringe is long yet fashionably unkempt, however her main shock of hair is always kept tidy, which seems to shine like metal in the sun or moonlight in the moon’s glow. Sometimes she has her hair tied up with flowers or with kanzashi such as hair pins or hair-sticks; yet most of the time, she has her hair left down.

Akkaiwasha has sharp features, smooth like silk but cold like crystal. She is commonly seen by others as a too-serious teenager with a confident cruel smile, but they intend to avoid her like the plague due to her cold personality, and the serious, inhuman aura she casts. They know her cruel, demanding and aggressive behavior all too well. It’s in the way she speaks, and by the way she holds herself. Akkaiwasha does not have much interest in make-up. She doesn’t like the feel the texture makes when applied to her skin. The only cream she will use is one used for acne. Moving along, around her neck she wears what is called a rosary where she took from her dead sister Akivasha ‘Vasha’ Kamyuja before her other blood relatives could claim it. The material appears steel with a blood red jewel in the center. In the past, it somehow worked as a medium for the two personalities Akivasha ‘Vasha’ had claimed to have, to communicate with each other. The jewel whenever that happens usually darkens to almost too thicken colour of blood. Now, that is the colour the rosary stays in.

Her shoulders are slim but not bony but her toned muscles bulge unnecessary from beneath her skin, however not unnaturally so that it makes her look like a man. Akkaiwasha’s muscles are as hard as nails. So let’s just leave it as that, men and woman will think twice before attacking her. At the end of each arm, are delicate hands that always have pointed painted nails that changes from red to peach at times. She has long lengthy legs that seem to travel on forever, and upon her feet are a nice pare of low heel boots which are commonly mistaken as school boots. Being a girl with style, she changes her outfits when she sees fit, regardless of the weather and time.

She will not strip off in front of others and what she wears, she feels comfortable within. Her formal dress is often a white kimono, or a long dress in Chinese style. The dress name is either qípáo or cheongsam. Sometimes an under-bust corset is applied due to her interest in the English history, sometimes it’s left without. Per contra, she is mostly seen wearing what is commonly mistaken as some school uniform: a teal coat with a white hem for the neck and side arms. Her skirt is pleat and the colour of green matching her teal coat. The skirt length is short, hanging from her hips and ending not even half way on her upper thigh. The length is poor but it covers the main importance’s such as underwear.

Head.

Long pale hair with long fringe. Elegant feature with snow white skin and dark eyes. Frequently looks dismal or dull however when she shows expressions, she full of emotion. Black liquid eyeliner underneath her eyes, pointed at the tip close to the end. Dark liquid eyeliner over the eyes and underneath closer to the tear duct. Red lips, sometimes. Her teeth were naturally straight and peal white in colour. Has no laugh lines, or smiling creases. No other cosmetics beside moisturizer and cream for acne. Seems more youthful than her real age. Can pass off as an Uchiha or an Kaishin but is a true Kamyuja.

Body.

Stands at five feet, two inches in barefoot and five feet, seven inches in heels and weighs roughly fifty-six kilograms. She has a top hourglass body shape, having a flawlessly characterized waist and a bust which is bigger than her hips. She has fragile adjusted shoulders that adjust pleasantly to her hips. Her weight is evident and nimbly bends out to her hips. She has a nice rounded bottom and a beautiful side as well as her front profile. Her upper body is proportionate in length to her legs which are shapely. She is also slightly muscled with marble coloured skin tone. She wears white in shading, kimonos extending from Furisode to Komon or Yukata. She also wears the Chinese dresses qípáo or cheongsam. Furthermore, she also wears a school uniform: a teal coat and matching pleated skirt which is very short. White shirt covering normally white bra and/or corset and white underwear. She additionally wears level shoes from Hakimono to either dark yet for the most part white Tai Chi shoe (kung fu shoe). But with her uniform, she wears dark Uwabaki shoes.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

history
Present Scars, Past Pain

^{Sometime before the Dreadnought of the Gods tournament.}

Time was fast running out, Akivasha ‘Vasha’ knew that, and yet she still could not decide what to do. In just a few short days, she’d be on her way bound for the tournament. There were a million details remaining to be sorted out regarding the will in case she did not survive. She should be using pen and paper, writing up proceedings on who shall receive her money, her home, the necessaries. And then there was that knowledge of power. Secrets she had discovered along the way in her lifetime. But she couldn’t think of whom to trust. Her counted friends were now to be trusted no more – were indeed, to be regarded as her mortal enemies.

And so Akivasha ‘Vasha’ sat at her desk, wondering who she could count on, who would share the burden of her knowledge, and act on it, should the need arise. At her right hand was a stack of stationery; half a dozen sheets lay in the wastebasket already, the scribbling of letters she’d started, reconsidered, and ultimately decided to throw away. At her left was a half-filled cup of Tamaryokucha and a half-eaten Imagawayaki: she didn’t remember having had the other half of either. Were they from this morning, last night…? She couldn’t recall. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t recall dinner last night, either.

Akivasha ‘Vasha’ stood, and walked to the Library window. The house grounds were already carpeted in white, and more snow was predicted before nightfall. Not enough to delay her going, she’d been assured. Not even a blizzard equal enough to an ice age power would prevent her. Akivasha ‘Vasha’ turned away from the window and faced the fireplace. Above the mantel, set directly into the chimneypiece, was a tiled mosaic of her ancestor Ezeqel Kamyuja whose father had been none other than Dan’el Kamyuja himself. Akivasha ‘Vasha’ was the only living relative who still admired his greatness as where others have either forgotten or choose to not care. She was a distant relative, very distant, and she was proud. The portrait was done in ten thousand coloured stones, and he was dressed finely, an enigmatic smile on his sharp-featured face, his eyes twinkling with the power and confidence of a man, who knows something you don’t.

Akivasha ‘Vasha’ smiled and returned to her desk, and her dilemma: Who could she trust? There was Xaltotun, her uncle, a powerful man with a righteous soul as ever lived, as scrupulous and tight-lipped as any man could be. The most recent letter Akivasha ‘Vasha’ had started had been to him, but even before she finished the first few paragraphs, she realised Xaltotun was a bad choice. He believed the world was as it appeared, that the powers that be were in fact the powers that be. God, Takikage, and Country. Xaltotun would have a hard time swallowing the truth. So he will not do.

Then there was Rosalie. Rosalie Salt, her friend, dignified Takikage. With Rosalie, there would be no need to explain. With Rosalie, she could simply instruct, and those instructions would be followed to the letter. Except… Rosalie was a woman of the law, bound by its strictures and precedents it would seem. If the law confronted Rosalie, she would obey it. Not just obey it: Rosalie would trust in the law to do what was right.
So Rosalie Salt would not do.
But then, who?
There was a knock on the door.
“Enter.”
The door pushed open, and right about the level of respectable height, a pale face set in ice appeared. Akkaiwasha.
Akivasha ‘Vasha’ smiled.

Of course Akkaiwasha was a splitting image of herself. Akivasha ‘Vasha’ had gone to the Chūnin Exams to watch her oldest sister make the trials. She had gone to the exams in a skimpy school uniform, pinning her silver hair up in a French twist that made her look dignified beyond her years, all seven of them. Watching Akkaiwasha at the exams, as she fought and killed, was like watching herself and wondering if her proceedings into the exams would be as simple as her older sisters had been. The feeling Akivasha ‘Vasha’ had when she looked at her older twin now … was the very definition of nostalgic.
“I brought you some lunch, sister.”
“That is the best news I’ve had all day.”
Jade appeared around the end of the door carrying a tray, entered and crossed the room and sat the tray down on the console at Akivasha ‘Vasha’s left hand. As he turned to leave Akivasha ‘Vasha’ ordered him to close the door behind him.
“It’s apples and brie, sister.” Akkaiwasha pointed out awkwardly and Akivasha ‘Vasha’ smiled and nodded to the second chair in the room.
“With potato crisps, and hummus and tahini also it would appear. Better than Japanese food by a long shot. It looks wonderful. Thank you, baby sister.” She brought the hummus covered potato crisp to her lips and watch silently as Akkaiwasha stood carelessly and approached the globe stand searching for something on the map. Looking into the future, Akivasha ‘Vasha’ stared at Akkaiwasha until she snapped her out of her thought with a sharp ‘What?’
Whom to trust, she had wondered, and the answer had been staring her in the face all along.
“Akkaiwasha,” she said slowly, “can you find Sukuinushi no Shinseina Basho on that globe for me?”
She frowned. “It is somewhere in Kaze no Kuni right?” The sound of the ball spinning followed Akkaiwasha’s voice.
“I think so.” Akivasha ‘Vasha’ reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a sheet of onionskin and picked up her pen.

Across the room, Akkaiwasha was hunched over the globe, her eyes and fingers searching for the target Akivasha ‘Vasha’ had given her. Above the fireplace, Ezeqel Kamyuja looked down from his mosaic on his descendants, and the current female Kamyuja’s. The room was silent beside the sound of the globe.
For God, Takikage, and Country.
Well, then, now it was time for the latest generation of Kamyujas to be of service.
Akivasha ‘Vasha’ began writing.

My beautiful, powerful sister.

Her pen wavered for a moment. Her eyes sought out Akkaiwasha’s, and they shared a smile.

If you are reading this letter, then I am no longer with you.
And I miss you, and I love you always, and forever.

Akivasha ‘Vasha’ bent over her paper again.
Outside, snow began to fall.

^{Chapter I}

This will be over soon, and then I can go home to Jade Jr, Shadow and Shade.
 
Akkaiwasha otherwise called Akivasha the Second stood alone, a few steps away from the other mourners at Akivasha ‘Vasha’s burial. It was drizzling, and the dark clad men and women held dark umbrellas over their heads. They inclined toward each other, the ladies sobbing, sharing sanctuary and sorrow.

Akkaiwasha imparted her umbrella to nobody, nor her despondency. The blasts of wind inside of the downpour blew stinging frosty wet rivulets under the umbrella, down her neck, between the valley of her breast, however she was uninformed of them. She doesn't feel anything, she was desensitized by misfortune. She would grieve later, when she could stand the torment. She held it far from her, all agony, all inclination, all reasoning. Aside from the words that rehashed over and over in her brain, the words that guaranteed mending from the torment to come and strength to make due until she was recuperated. This will be over soon, and afterward I can go home to Jade Jr, Shadow and Shade.

". . . ashes to ashes, dust to dust . . ."

The clergyman's voice entered the shell of deadness, the words enlisted. No! Akkaiwasha cried noiselessly. Not sister. That is not Akivasha's grave, it's too huge, it's a man's casket. No! She can't be dead, she can't be. Akkaiwasha's head jerked to one side, denying the open grave, the delightful Mahogany box being brought down into it. There was small half circle sunk into the delicate wood, signs of the sledges that had driven the nails to close the cover over Akivasha's solidified, heart-formed face.

No! You can't, you mustn't do this present, it's raining, you can't put her there where the downpour will fall on her. She feels the cold so, she mustn't be left wide open to the harsh elements downpour. I can't watch, I can’t bear it, I won’t believe she’s gone. She loves me, she is my companion, my only true friend. My sister adores me, she wouldn't abandon me now exactly when I need her most.

Akkaiwasha looked at the people encompassing the grave, and outrage surged through her. None of them care as much as I do, nor of them have lost as much as I have. Nobody knows the amount I adore her. Vasha knows, however, isn't that right? She knows, I must trust she knows. They'll never trust it, however. Not Mrs. Sakurai's or the Asakura's or the Takakuwa's. Take a gander at them, grouped about like a herd of wet crows in grieving garments. They're encouraging Auntie Pittypat, good, however everyone knows she tackles and weeps hysterically over each easily overlooked detail, down to a bit of toast that gets smoldered. It wouldn't enter their heads that perhaps I might be needing some comforting, I was closer to Akivasha than any of them.

We were twins. No more than twins, we were indistinguishable. Monozygotic, we had the same grin. The same characteristics. We were the same. They go about as though I wasn't even here. No one has given careful consideration to me by any means. Not even Nori. He knew I arrived those terrible two days after I heard that Vasha died, when he required me to oversee things. They all did, even Ryuu, bleating like a goat. 'What should we do about the memorial service, Akkaiwasha? About the nourishment for the guests? About the coffin? The pallbearers? The cemetery plot? The gazing, unseeing eyes.' He stood erect, his position a salute, the legacy of his ears as a dark formally dressed officer. He stood motionless, without sensation or comprehension.

Akkaiwasha stood apart and alone. There was just icy dark space in the middle of her and the people she knew in Takigakure no Sato, space that once Akivasha had filled, keeping her from isolation and ostracism. There was just the icy wet wind underneath the umbrella in the spot where her dad ought to have been to haven her with his solid wide shoulders and his affection. She held her chin high, into the wind, accepting its assault without feeling it. All her senses were concentrated on the words that were her strength and her hope. This will be over soon, and then I can go home to Jade Jr, Shadow and Shade.

"Look at her," whispered a black-veiled lady to the companion sharing her umbrella. “Hard as nails. I heard that the whole time she was handling the funeral arrangements, she didn’t even shed a tear. All business, that’s Akkaiwasha. And no heart at all. And not even for her sister. No, no heart at all.”
"You know what folks say," was the noting whisper.
The awful hollow thud of earth on wood made Akkaiwasha clench her fists. She wanted to clap her hands over her ears, to scream, to yell anything to close out the loathsome sound of the grave shutting over her sister. Her teeth shut agonizingly on her lip. She wouldn't shout, she wouldn't. The cry that smashed the seriousness was Nori's.

"Akivasha . . . Akivash—aaa!" And once more, "Akivash—aaa." It was the cry of a spirit in torment, loaded with forlornness and apprehension. He stumbled towards the deep muddy pit like a man newly struck blind, his hands searching for the still, yet once powerful creature who was all his strength. But there was nothing to hold, only the streaming silver streaks of cold rain.

Akkaiwasha looked at the others.
Why don't they do something? Why don't they stop him? He must be ceased!
"Akivash—aaa . . ."
For the love of God! He's going to break his neck, and they’re all just standing there watching, gawping at him teetering on the edge of the grave.
"Nori, stop!" she yelled. "Nori!" She started to run, slipping and sliding on the wet grass. The umbrella she had tossed aside scudded over the ground, pushed by the wind until it was caught in the hills of blossoms. She gripped Nori around the waist, tried to pull him away from the danger as gently as she could. He fought her.
"Nori, don't!" Akkaiwasha battled considerately against his powerless male quality.
“Akivasha can’t help you now.” Her voice was harsh, to cut through Nori’s unhearing, psychotic melancholy. He halted, and his arms dropped to his sides. He moaned softly, and then his whole body crumpled in Akkaiwasha’s supporting arms. It was the other people who got Nori's limp arms to lift him erect.

"You can go now, Akkaiwasha," said Uncle Asakura. "There's no more harm left for you to do."
"But, I—" She looked at the appearances around her, the eyes eager for more sensation. At that point she turned and walked away through the rain. The group moved back as though a brush of her skirts may soil them.

They must not know that she cared, she wouldn't give them a chance to see that they could hurt her. Akkaiwasha raised her chin defiantly, giving the downpour a chance to pour down over her face and neck. Her back was straight; her shoulders square until she reached the gates of the cemetery and was out of sight. Then she grabbed one of the iron pilings. She felt dizzy from exhaustion, unsteady on her feet. Her coachman Elias hurried to her, opening his umbrella to above her bent head. Akkaiwasha released the iron pilings and stumbled away, ignoring the hand held out to help her.

^{Chapter II}

Akkaiwasha never felt adored by her family. Not even when she was younger, not even when she recaptured her memories. There was no affection in them so she got none. Nothing they could impart to her. It was peculiar, amusing even. Normally it was the first conceived that got all the affection and the second got less. Not in this situation, no Akivasha "Vasha" got all the adoration, she got everything. Akkaiwasha regularly pondered what she did to merit such treatment. The cold shoulder, it was all she knew.

By the time she realised how old she was, time had already slipped her by. Furthermore, reclining into one of the numerous William and Mary style antique chairs, she gazed profoundly into the ambers of the flame and returned to her recollections or her past, now that she recalled every last bit of her memories from before as of recently. Truth be told, when it came to it, she doesn’t even know why she forgot her past in the first place. A visit to the clinic advised her that she was diagnosed with two disorders. One disorder which one might call and anxiety disorder which is small in comparison to her much more dominant disorder which is a mental disorder. The sound of the crackling fire blurred into the separation…

"It is good to hear that you remember your past now, yet after our counsels, I believe you forgot your memories not due to amnesia as we first thought but by what we call Posttraumatic stress. Sure memory loss is rare if not one of the symptoms but rather, I believe this is what caused you so much inconvenience. You see Posttraumatic stress disorder is a mental disorder which can develop after a person, such as yourself, has been exposed to a traumatic event. I have noticed that you didn’t print down your age or year you were born in any written documentation I have given you to fill out. Is it that you don’t remember, or is it something else." Doctor Asaha asked as they strolled down a long white lobby with glimpses of cherry-blossom tress peeking through the limitations of windows.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that mentioning or asking a woman’s age will get you killed?” Akkaiwasha gave a side long glance before proceeding with, "Never mind, since you so badly want to know, I don’t know how old I am. All I know is that I am old, much older than I appear. More than five hundred I believe, and you can believe me or not Asaha, I don't have any cares. Recalling my past, life was not as it is today. By what method should I clarify this? I was conceived in a little village, no you wouldn't even call it a village really, more like a pit or a hole. Anyway, my mother was named Akasha Kamyuja and my father whom I have never met was named Alucard.

I was thirty-seven when my mom was slaughtered by a gathering of people and if I recall the motivation behind why they did it for, it was on the grounds that it is possible that they wanted food, or that they thought her to be a devil. You see where I grew up, a great war was upon us and my mom was doing her best to ensure me. It is really amusing actually. Once upon a time I had a sister, she is dead now poor thing. But my guardians or should I say fake parents, deceived us. My sister believed herself to be a nineteen-year-old teenager conceived in this modern world. I only know the truth because I have been told to have hyperthymesia, an autobiographical memory. Should I proceed or do you think me insane?"

They had achieved the end of the lobby when Akkaiwasha gazed upward and stared at a very pale doctor. She understood then how frail men brains can truly be. He had given her medications and when she read the label and sought up what the pharmaceutical was utilized for, she ended up hurling the pills down the drain. Insanity, he didn’t believe her. Every meeting she had with him from that day forward up to this point, she lied through her teeth. And the day she was discharged, she was given a sheet of paper with her details saying that she was diagnosed with Posttraumatic stress disorder and Atelophobia. She was surprised to see that he didn’t mention insanity. Good man.

Blinking her eyes, she abruptly recalled a pack of letters that she had composed once upon a time. Standing and approaching her oak wooden desk, she opened the drawer and hauled out a thick assembling of letters tied up with an elastic band. Shutting the attract and coming back to her seat by the fire, she pulled free one material and started reading…

^{Chapter III}

The glowing light from the fire was all that was needed for Akkaiwasha to relearn her past. And looking at the lettering's, she recognised her print directly. Hastily and before her brain could catch up, she found herself reading each lettering intently.

"It is an interesting idea to compose my musings at regular intervals or somewhere in the vicinity, yet shape this last incarnation of my waking awareness I have noted numerous progressions. The great war everybody has been worrying about has occurred, where humans have been battling for their lives against other humans. A battle for sustenance, conflict, pitiful reasons. I am not certain which side I ought to take so I have chosen to stay out of the fracas. Despite the war, dark creatures appear to stay to the shadows. Hidden. I do often wonder what they are, they seem human, yet are most certainly not. I fear the time when they will make their turn. Those creatures are appearing all the more frequently now that that the humans appear to be out. Because of this war, the night even appear to be longer. I fear for when the time comes and people are not as much as few. And here so, taking after two or three years of reflection I decided to joined the general population side. Better to battle to survive regardless of the fact that watching them execute themselves are engrossing. I need to eat too to survive..."

The parchment Akkaiwasha had noticed was written in ancient script. English yet very hard to understand. Beautiful slopes, it was done with a delicate hand. And it was written in a rush. With the tip of her fingers, she traced each slope and felt her mind slip to her past. Memories of painful times, she felt everything.

The smell was hallucinogenic, and she couldn’t focus. To stumble amongst the dead bodies, the blood was black under the moonlight. She had to be careful and for God’s sake, silent. One noise, one sound and she could get killed. This was serious times. Her mother is dead; her father god only knows where he is. She has to protect her sister. Food is small. And she knows she will have to fight for her share tonight. No, she won’t be eating, whatever she will be able to get will have to go to her sister. Akivasha ‘Vasha’ has to survive. She knows she will, her soul is too strong. A sound behind her had her heart in her throat. But she couldn’t turn, no she couldn’t turn. Akkaiwasha was frozen to the spot. Frozen in fear. She could hear it approaching. The hair on the back of her neck stood up with warning. Her bareback prickles with awareness. It is close, she could smell it. She felt it then, like a caress. SOMEONE IS TOUCHING ME! Fingertips, cold and smooth. They trace her backbone, and shoulder blades. She realises that her hair has parted and that her bareback is in full view of whomever is touching her. She jumps and her body locks. This couldn’t be happening. Slowly she turns and faces her stalker. Her legs wont corporate and she slips on the blood. Landing on the ground, it was as though life flashes before her eyes, her eyes which now have collided with brilliant blue ones. SO BEAUTIFUL. But his teeth are wrong. She bites back a scream and blood pools into her mouth. SO BEAUTIFUL. This creature, she knew he was one of many who linger in the shadows. DEMON!

The fire had dimmed. And Akkaiwasha’s feels the cold almost instantly. Her body couldn’t regulate her temperature. This cold was from fear. Absent minded, she fed the ambers, her mind slipping once more to the past. If recalling this was painful, she wondered what reading her letters will be like. Letters, she has forgotten, did Akivasha ‘Vasha’ read them? She did grab them out of her old desk.

Dashing, yet terrifying. His skin is like marble, so white. She could even see his veins, black as they were. She knew she was in danger, but the creature did not move. They stared at each other. Slowly Akkaiwasha rose to her feet. She noticed that she was caked in blood now. And her dress was no skin tight, drenched, she was revealing too much. Just then the man-thing moves, he lifts his arm, fingers out as though he wants to touch her again, but she has none of it. Before she even realised what she was dong, she was running. Running and screaming. And all she could thing of what, I AM PROVOKING AN ANIMAL. HE’LL CHASE ME! She turned and looked back while still running, he hasn’t moved. But he is smiling. All teeth, like Canine teeth, fangs. And they appeared real. Akkiwasha entered the forest. But he wasn’t following her. She found herself alone.

The memory faded and Akkaiwasha sat in her chair as solid as a board. The letter she had read fell silently to the floor while the others she held onto with a strong hand. Looking down at the bundle, she pulled the next letter few and read much more slowly this time. Afraid of what she might read. Afraid of what she might learn. The Kamyuja had a feeling that she will soon know how she became so old. Older than the usual limitation of such humans. Just how old over five hundred was she? Her eyes read the parchment.

^{Chapter IV}

The expression "the impatience of youth" is silly. The longer she lived, the more impatient she became. True, if nothing much was happening, Akkaiwasha could sit perfectly still and be content. However, perusing over the material as she was currently, she abruptly was overcome with the acknowledgment of why she could be so hesitant to know the truth. She was not still nor contented. This creature, was it possible to be what she suspected it to be? Provided that this is true, then why might she be able to stand the sun? No! I am no such a creature! That way leads to insanity! I cannot be such a creature. The words of her past sharpen enough beneath her attention for her to read from. This is reality. This is the truth. I'm about to discover what happened to me.

One moonless night I was awakened late by a sound. Alongside me rested my husband.

Akkaiwasha delayed and read the first lines once more. I, I was married? She read the content again before going ahead, her heart thumping in her mid-section like a kick drum.

… and on my other side our girl. I don't know why the sound woke me; it was not loud. But it was impossible to miss, the sound of nails scratching over a blade. I got up and went outside my home and remained oblivious, I foolishly glanced around. He came from behind me, as he often used to and like he did when we first met. Yet, this time, I knew he was there before he spoke. I sensed his proximity—his inhuman being. "Aleksei," I whispered.

"Princess Akivasha."

His voice was delicate. I spun around and began to shout, yet he was on me before I could make a sound. For the first time I felt Aleksei's real strength, strength like a Kamyuja, and a thing he had kept hidden while he lived in our village. His hands, with their long nails, were similar to the paws of a tiger around my neck. A long sword hit against his knee. He interfered with my air and hung over and whispered in my ear. He had become taller since I last saw him.
"You betrayed me, my love," he said. "If I let you speak; will you scream? If you scream you will die. Understood?" I nodded and he slackened his grasp, although he continued to keep me pinned. I had to cough before I could speak.
"You betrayed me," I said severely. "You murdered each one of those innocent people, those honest men."
"You do not know that," he said.
"If you didn't kill them, then where are they?"
"They are with me, a couple of them, in a special kind of way."
"What are you talking about? You lie—they are dead, they all, dead."
"Yes, that is true, yet simply because a large portion of them did not want to join me." He shook me roughly. "Do you wish to join me?"
It was so dark; I could see nothing of his face except in outline. But I did believe he was smiling at me. "No," I said.
"You do not know what I am offering you.”
"You are evil."
He slapped me, hard. The blow almost took off my head. I tasted my own blood.
"You do not know what I am," he said, angry, but proud as well.
"But I do. I was there that night. Didn't the others tell you before you killed them? I saw it all."
"Keep your voice down,"
"I will do nothing you say." He held me tight once more, and it was difficult to breathe.
"Then you will die, beautiful Akivasha. After first watching your husband and child die. Yes, I know they are asleep in this house. I have watched you from afar for some time now."
"What do you want?" I gasped, bitter. He let me go. His tone was light and jovial, which was cruel.
"I have come to offer you two choices. You can come with me, be my wife, become like me. Or you and your family can die tonight. It is that simple."

Akkaiwasha paused. She had to for this transcript was different from the others. If only they were dated, then she might be able to learn the year, and of how old she was when this had transpired. But she was afraid to carry on. Her an Kamyuja, afraid because of something which had happened in the past. But she shook the parchment free from folding and carried on reading, brave though her heart didn’t slow, and her limbs seemed to quiver.

There was something strange in his voice besides his cruelty. It was as if he were excited over an unexpected discovery.
"What do you mean, become like you? I can never be like you. You are different from anybody else." "My difference is my greatness. I am the first of my kind, but I can make others like me. I can make you like me if you will consent to our blood mixing."
Blood mixing; I didn't know what he was offering, but it frightened me, that his blood, even a little, should get inside mine.
"What would your blood do to me?" I had to ask, but he did not answer. I wondered why he did not. And so I continued on talking. I felt like I had to. And so I took a step away.
"I watched you grow up," I said. "You watched me. You know I always speak my mind. How can I be your wife if I hate you so? Why would you want a wife like me?"
He spoke seriously. "I have wanted you for years now."
I turned my back on him. "If you want me so, it must mean you care about me. And if you care about me, then leave this place. Go away and don't come back. I am happy with my life."
I felt his cold hand on my shoulder. "I will not leave you."
"Then kill me. But leave my husband and child alone."
His grip on my shoulder tightened. Truly, I realized, he was as strong as ten men, if not more. If I cried out, my family would be dead in a moment. Pain radiated from my shoulder into the rest of my body, and I was forced to stoop.
"No," he said. "You must come with me. It was destiny that you were there that night. It is your destiny to follow me now, to the edge of night."
"The edge of night?" He pulled me up and kissed me hard on the lips.
"We will live for eternity," he swore. "Just say yes. You must say yes." He paused and glanced at my house. He did not have to say it again; I understood his meaning. I was beaten.
"Yes." He hugged me. "Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"You lie, but it doesn't matter. You will love me. You will love me forever." He picked me up and carried me away. Into the dark forest, to a place of calm, of silence, where he opened his veins and mine with his nails, and pressed our arms together, and held them such, for what seemed forever…

Akkaiwasha screamed and permitted the letters to tumble to the ground. Yet at the same time the recollections continued flooding back. No, she cried. I remember everything. But what was he? A Vampire?! I-I-I can stand the light. I stroll in the light each day. The sun does not trouble me. So what does this mean?

I remember now. In that night all time was lost, and all love was tainted. He spoke to me as he changed me, but it was with words I did not understand, the words sounded dark, not Latin but something much more sinister. He had kissed me and stroked my hair. Eventually, the power of his transfusion had over­whelmed me. My breathing, my heartbeat— they had raced faster and faster, until soon they chased each other, until I began to scream. Yet, this I did not understand, and still do not. The worst of the agony was that I could not get enough of it. That it thrilled me more than the love any mortal could give to me. In that moment Aleksei became my lord, and I cried for him instead of for my husband. The husband I didn’t even know I had. And-and my daughter. How sinful. Yes, I remember it all now. Of how I screamed in wicked pleasure and embraced the son of the devil.

Akkaiwasha had remained from her seat without acknowledging it, furthermore held one plain white letter which smelt horrendous. She considered the words indiscriminately, at long last acknowledging everything. A Kamyuja Kunoichi. A Vampire Kunoichi. The material read:

In the event that you are perusing this then you understand the truth.

I am she whose only sin was that I cherished life – and to win life, I courted death! I wooed darkness as his lover, and his blessing was life … life that, not being life as mortals know it, can never fade!

I am the woman who never died – who, men say, was lifted into the skies by the divine beings in the full bloom of youth and beauty. However, men are fools … for, it is not in the skies but rather in the shadows that mortals might discover immortality.

Four thousand years prior I died – that I might live forever!

Far too stressed and in shock to believe, yet knowing it to be the truth, she slipped into her chair once more and stared out into the burning ambers of the flame. I am abnormal. No wonder my family hates me. I do not age. I’m heartless. Am I worth even my dead sisters love…?

^{Chapter V}

Shall we start over again…?

I am a vampire, and that is reality. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a rosary now around my neck, yet simply because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly but then again that is just my bloodline trait. Yes, I still remain a Kamyuja, the change did not affect me. As to the subject of blood ah, blood, the entire subject fascinates me. I may be a vampire, but I can choose to drink or not to drink the blood. I am not dependent on it.

My name, at present, is Akkaiwasha Kamyuja—only two words, something to keep going for several decades. I am not any more connected to them than to the sound of the wind. I was even given other names to keep me company. Akivasha II as in Akivasha the Second; Princess Akivasha; The woman who never died. I prefer Akkaiwasha, the name I was given, but one day, I will change it. My hair is silver and silk-like, my eyes like blood that have gazed long at a volcanic fissure. My stature is slight by present day gauges, five two in barefooted, five seven in heels, however my arms and legs are muscled, although not unattractively so. As you can see, I am very proud of my appearance. I love myself, Who else will? Before I speak I have all the earmarks of being just eighteen years old, however something in my voice—the coolness of my appearances, the reverberation of perpetual experience — makes individuals think I am much more established. Yet, even I sometimes consider when I was conceived, much sooner than the pyramids were raised underneath the pale moon. I arrived, in that abandon in those days, despite the fact that I am not initially from that part of the world. Do I require blood to survive? Am I godlike? After this time, regardless I don't have the foggiest idea.

When it comes to my meal, I can choose to drink blood, I have the same cravings just like all vampires, that subject is normal. I can eat ordinary food also, and digest it. I require nourishment as much as any other man or woman. I am a living, breathing creature. My heart pulsates — I can hear it now, similar to thunder in my ears. My listening ability is exceptionally delicate, similar to my sight. I can hear a get leaf break dry a branch a mile away, and I can obviously see the cavities on the moon without a telescope. Both senses have grown more acute as I get older. My immune system is impregnable, my regenera­tive system miraculous, if you believe in miracles — which I don't.

I am a shinobi, a ninja for Konohagakure and the leader of the village. I am also a Chūnin. But that story is for another time. Does this all make me a target? Yes, but who might want to hurt me, to wound me? Who might find the opportunity? I have the quality of five men, the reflexes of the mother of all felines. Sure speed is not on my side, but I can live with that. Furthermore, I do find affection to battle, it is genuine, practically as much as I want to kill. Yet I kill less and less as the years pass by in light of the fact that the need is not there, and the repercussions of homicide in cutting edge society are mind boggling and a misuse of my valuable yet unending time. What am I bragging about? You see, this is not lady like…

Akkaiwasha laid down the pen and blew upon the pages to dry the ink. This time she was mindful to date her work. Standing up from her desk, she walked over to the window and stared out into the bright sunshine.
“Yes. Come to think of it, I am a Chūnin. And how did I gain that title? Let’s see…

Ninety-four degrees. Ninety-seven percent humidity. It was crazily hot at the exams, and she thought she was going to die from the heat alone. “You’re a difficult woman to find, Miss. Kamyuja,” said the examiner as he opened the diamond-paned front door of the examination room. He had glanced at her sharply when she stepped up to the dojo mat before the test was in play.

The Kamyuja took a deep breath to steady her nerves as narrowly avoided retching from the sharp, well known stench that surrounded her. The smell of hot human and animal blood spattered on the stones, and cool blood of her victims that seemed ready to dissolve the skin off her hands if she touched it. The smell of burned hair and feathers and skin of the dead smouldered in the fire one of her opponents had made. Only the fall of rain all the night before had kept that fire from spreading through the clearing to the woods. From the forest to her left, she heard the desperate, strangled cry of a man in pain. She started to move toward the sound, but when she took a step through the trees in his direction, she came upon a sight that made her knees buckle, her breath freezing as she fell to the familiar body.

It was a hard lesson and she was a fool to believe that making friends before a trial of life and death, and expect for that other person to survive … a fool indeed. It seemed it would be best not to have any friends in this career of hers. A sound from the clearing had her turning, but she did not rush out like a fool but watched silently like the shadow she was. In view of her team leader holding a captive, did she then make her approach. “A message from the organiser. Its marked for you, we followed our orders, this man here if yours.” Akkaiwasha unrolled the paper and read the instructions. It was basic and very clear. She looked up then and her team leader nodded before slamming his heel into the captive, crippling him from escape. He then ordered: “Judge him. Does he deserve to live? Disobey the orders, or does he die?” A figure emerges from behind her team leader and handed Akkaiwasha a scabbard. The Kamyuja drew a sword from it, as the captive inhaled sharply. Then in one fluid, precise blow, she raised the sword, and swung it, keeping her eyes on the target: just above the vertebrae at the base of the prisoner’s neck, a half-inch space between the bones, to allow the blade to pass through cleanly and –

Snikt.

The head rolled to the ground. The headless body slumped over. Akkaiwasha took a step backward, and in one practiced motion, re-sheathed the sword and handed it back to the man who have it to her.
“Well. That felt good.”
She looked up and smiled at a sweating team member.
“I know. Right now you’re feeling strangely but vividly alive. Takes a little getting used to. But trust me – these are the best of times. Bag the head, would you?”
That team member followed as ordered.

Now in the end, Akkaiwasha and her given team passed. No second trial needed. It would seem that is was a test to see how they would react. She passed not for her skills but for her reaction. Speciously, it was thoughtfully planned and accomplished. Akkaiwasha got an approval as she worked calmly and like a Chūnin would proceed through such obstacles.

The Kamyuja turned from the window and approached the desk for the final time. Pulling open the draw, she reached in and retrieved her black ribbon Hitai-ate. Staring down at the symbol, her pale thumb traced the marking before she tied it to her head much like a headband.

Now, I am a changed woman.
A Chūnin of Konoha. I may as well start acting like one.

And with that she slammed the drawer shut.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

EXPERTISE
Specialty & Abilities

。 medical specialist

。 genjutsu specialist

。 clan non specialist

。 taijutsu non specialist

。 miscellaneous

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WEAPONS

• Sword, Short 2,000Ryo.
  
• Clubs, Stick Weapons x2 4,000Ryo
  
• Shock Enhancement x2 40,000Ryo
  
• Thermal Enhancement 20,000Ryo
  
• Sword, Longsword x4 16,000Ryo
  
• Sword, Fullblade 16,000Ryo  
  

• Scythe, Great 13,000Ryo
  
• Polearm x2 16,000Ryo 

• Polearm, Great 13,000Ryo
  
• Wire 200Ryo
  
• Flute, Side-Blown, Medium x2 10,000Ryo
  
• Benihime (Crimson Princess) 30,000Ryo
  
• Clairaudient Fly Fingers 50,000Ryo
  
• Water Purifier 24,000Ryo
  
• Shield, Tower 16,000Ryo
• Remote Claw 40,000Ryo
  

• Claw Ammunition x18 (3 Slots) 165,600Ryo
  

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MAPS

• Scroll: Map: National 92,000Ryo
  

• Scroll: Map: National - Fire - 4,000
• Scroll: Map: National - Wind - 4,000
• Scroll: Map: National - Water - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Earth - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Thunder - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Rain - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Grass - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Waterfall - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Sound - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Snow - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Stone - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Hot-Springs - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Frost - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - River - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Tea - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Bear - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Bird - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Moon - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Sea - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Waves - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Whirpool - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Fang - 4,000
  
• Scroll: Map: National - Claw - 4,000
  

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SECONDARY WEAPONS

Butt Bag Type 1 (Overview) - 15 | 15 Slots

• Binocular x1 (1 slot) (3,000 Ryo)
  • Condition Viewing (9,000 Ryo)
  • Night-Vision Vision (5,000 Ryo)
  • Thermal Vision (5,000 Ryo)
  • X-Ray Vision (9,000 Ryo)
  • Zooming Vision x20m (4,000 Ryo)
  
  
• Darts x77 (5 slots) (7,500 Ryo)
  
• Shuriken-Hira x77 (5 slots) (7,500 Ryo)
• Caltrops (Overview) x64 (4 slots) (6,400)
  

Pack, Main - 25 | 70 Slots

• Kunai x8 (4 slots) (4,000 Ryo)
  
• Darts x180 (12 slots) (18,000Ryo)  
• Magnetic Emitter x15 (1 slot) (15,000 Ryo)
• Sonic Emitter x15 (1 Slot) (12,000 Ryo)
• Shuriken, Bo x105 (7 slots) (10,500 Ryo)
  

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SKILLS

• First Aid: Healing [5] x8 130|125
  Rank: "E" (5 Training Points at all Times)
  Skill: Skill
  Effect: This skill allows a character to properly tend to the sick and injured.
  Special: ---
  Drawback: ---
  Description: While some basic medical knowledge is inherent in this skill (to the extent such can be said to exist), the character’s role is to provide an optimal environment to facilitate the patient’s own recuperative abilities, by monitoring the patient and tending to his needs as required.
  
  • Novice: Diagnose; Tend to injured characters such that their wounds heal at a faster rate; critical care requires 10 minutes/wound; can distinguish whether an individual is dead or merely unconscious.
    
  • Average: Stabilize a character knocked unconscious from trauma; critical care requires 6 minutes/wound; with a successful Average skill check to resuscitate a dying character.
    
  • Advanced: Function as a midwife to deliver children; diagnose injuries; critical care requires 4 minutes/wound
    
  • Expert: Properly set broken bones; amputate limbs; critical care requires 3 minutes/wound
    
  • Master: Critical care needs 2 min. per wound
  
  Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
  Limit: ---
  
• First Aid: Autopsy [10] x8 120|125
  Rank: "E" (10 Training Points at all Times)
  Skill: Skill
  Effect:
  Special: ---
  Drawback: Autopsy skill mastery cannot exceed his Anatomy, Basic skill mastery nor First Aid: Healing.
  Description: By combining medical knowledge with alchemical knowledge, it is possible to gain a significant amount of information from a corpse without the use of Chakra. Autopsy forms the basis of forensic pathology, but Botany and Animal Lore allows the user to test the characteristics of blood and is required for certain advanced actions. The list below indicates the type of information that can be gained with the knowledge the user may know. A user with knowledge of Botany and Animal Lore can team up in order to perform a task.
  
  • Novice: Cause of Death
    
  • Average: Examine Injury and Presence of Foreign Substances.
    
  • Advanced: Nature of Foreign Substances
    
  • Expert: Time of Death
    
  • Master: Abilities that Lie within the body.
  
  Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
  Limit: Must know Anatomy, Basic, Must know First Aid: Healing.
  

AUGMENTATIONS - VAMPRIC

• Beneficial Augmentation
  
  
  1. Fangs  
  2. Pervasive Hearing
  3. Claws
  4. Psionic Shield
  
  
  

• Cosmetic Rituals
  
  
  1. Unnatural Skin ^{-Skin of alabaster white marble, black veins show the blood coursing through.}  
  2. Unnatural Voice ^{-soft, mellow and singsong.}
  
  
  

• Drawback Augmentation
  
  
  1. Blood Hunger
     

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Beneficial Rituals

Fangs
Rank: "C"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: Target's teeth are a Transmutation and can transform into vicious fangs.
Special: To perform: 1 hour; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 1 Augmentation Point. Target gains a vicious bite attack that deals piercing damage dependent on the Target's size: Small 5 Armour Points, Medium-size 10 Armour Points, Large 15 Armour Points. The Target's bite is treated as a Natural Weapon. This Augmentation Ritual can be used in conjunction with the Acidic Saliva or Venomous Bite Augmentation Ritual.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 12,000 Ryo Performing Price: 9,000 Ryo

Pervasive Hearing
Rank: "B"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: User's hearing becomes sensitive enough that they can pick out conversations and noises several rooms away, despite walls or floors.
Special: To perform: 3 hours; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 3 Augmentation Points. User gains a +20 Ritual bonus to Observation checks pertaining to hearing. Furthermore, user may make Observation checks against characters in other rooms, on other floors of a building, or in areas otherwise separated by walls, stone, or other obstructions as though the barriers were not present. User suffers no penalties to Listen checks against targets in separate, enclosed spaces.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 23,000 Ryo Performing Price: 17,000 Ryo

Claws -Lady Deathstrike length when large
Rank: "C"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: Target's hands are a Transmutation and can transform into sharp claws.
Special: To perform: 2 hours; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 1 Augmentation Point. Target gains the ability to transform their hands into sharp claws gaining additional slashing damage per unarmed attack depending on the Target's size. a single claw attack that deals slashing damage dependent on your size: Small 5 Armour Points, Medium-size 10 Armour Points, Large 15 Armour Points. Target's hands are treated as natural weapons. Having claws does not adversely affect the Target's manual dexterity. This Augmentation Ritual may be performed on 1 hand only at half the price, and half the amount of time to perform.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 12,000 Ryo Performing Price: 9,000 Ryo

Psionic Shield
Rank: "S"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: User's mind evolves to reject intrusion, giving a distinct advantage over mind-affecting abilities.
Special: To perform: 12 hour; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 6 Augmentation Points. User gains a +4 Ritual bonus to all saves made resist any mind-affecting Jutsus. Furthermore, the user can extend their Psionic Shield to all characters or creatures immediately adjacent to the user by spending a full round of concentration on maintaining the Psionic Shield. If in any round the user does not take the full round to maintain the shield, the bonus applies only to the user and not to thee adjacent allies.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 48,000 Ryo Performing Price: 36,000 Ryo

Cosmetic Rituals

Unnatural Skin [Skin of alabaster white marble, black veins show the blood coursing through.]
Rank: "C"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: The color of the Target's skin or exoskeleton changes drastically, assuming a hue or texture that is both unnatural and atypical of the target.
Special: To perform: 1 hour; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 0 Augmentation Points. This ritual alters the Target's skin color through the Augmentation ritual. Target's skin might be a single color, splotched, or patterned in some freakishly unnatural way (or natural, however completely altered). The Target's skin might gain dynamic pigments that change color based on outside stimuli, such as exposure to ultraviolet light. Change is determined prior to the performance of the Ritual. Target may alter their skin pigment with this ritual 3 times. A 4th time will result in deformation and necrosis against the target's skin.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 12,000 Ryo Performing Price: 4,000 Ryo

Unnatural Voice [soft, mellow and singsong]
Rank: "C"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: The Target's voice is altered in some marked fashion.
Special: To perform: 1 hour; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 0 Augmentation Points. This ritual alters the vocal cords of the Target's throat. It might change pitch or become more lyrical, raspy, whispery, or guttural. Change is determined prior to the performance of the Ritual. Target may alter their voice with this ritual 3 times. A 4th time will result in loss of vocal usage.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 12,000 Ryo Performing Price: 4,000 Ryo

Drawback Augmentation

Blood Hunger
Rank: "C"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: Target craves the taste of blood. Moreover, the Target needs to drink blood to survive.
Special: To perform: 3 hours; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Drawback - Gives Back 1 Augmentation Point. The Target must drain a pint of blood from a living creature once every 24 hours. Doing so is a movement, and the Target can only drain blood from a willing, helpless, or dying (but not dead) creature. The bitten creature takes normal damage from a bite attack plus an extra 10 points of Armour Points of damage from the blood loss. If the Target goes 24 hours without consuming blood, the Target loses 1d4 Movements. Drinking a pint of blood cures the ability damage caused by blood deprivation in 1d6 rounds. Ability damage caused by blood deprivation cannot be restored through natural healing. Target must have a Natural Bite attack to take this Augmentation.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 9,000 Ryo Performing Price: 2,000 Ryo

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Obtained Link of proof.
And die rolls for skills Link.

[Spectre of the Falls(Kuroki)]

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