Kuraiōji

### Description

Mostly quiet being. They'll get things done when needed no matter what. The risks don't matter to them.

## Affiliations

### Friends

[Tide Striders] Kiel L. Danillan, Erde Verbrannt, Alvar Nerinan, MK 6 [Jack Gunslow]

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***“Would you like for me to do a reading for you…?”***

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## **Personality**

Kura tends to act innocent around the people they’ve newly met. They appear a lot more tame and calm as if they were someone that one could approach easily. Although that changes to something more passive aggressive once they get to hang out with the same people even more. They tend to act more bossy They’re an all to themselves kind of creature, not talking to anyone unless needed to or when came up to.

They like to use their abilities to get what they want, no matter how long it takes, or no matter how painful the process is. They don’t take no as an answer.

## **Appearance**

### Physical Appearance:

Kura is a ***Shade*** taking the form of a human. Their skin pigment is fully black while their hair is black as well with a blue pigment. Their weight is unknown though they've describe themselves light as a feather.

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### Other Information:

* Their cloak came from a deceased Warden during their travels in the deep dark. It'll be better not to explain how they made the cloak though...
* They carry around a shoulder bag with their Crystal Ball wrapped around the strap. No one really knows what Kura's hiding in their little bag, probably something useful..?
* They wear a bandage, covering their eyes. They think it's best for their clients to not see a void whenever they do a reading to them.

## **Skills & Abilities**

* They've mastered the skill of Telepathy.
* Many forms of Magic
* Alchemy
* Grifting
* Manipulation

## **Early Life**

### ***The Becoming, and The Tragedy.***

During Kuraiōji’s first becoming as a shade in the mortal plane, they could not decide on a mortal form, and as they arose from the rock beneath they were a shadow, a smog, a black moving spirit, and as they emerged they saw something, an elf, a prostor elf, in front of them wielding a pickaxe, the elf looked upon them with horror, with fearful eyes, as if they are about to die, so Kuraiōji came closer, and as they did, as they scuttled forward, the elf, readying his pickaxe, swung, staggering Kuraiōji backwards, and the hit landed well, easily knocking out Kuraiōjis eyes from within the smog, the elf, panicking, picked up their eyes and ran,

After the tragedy, something strange became of Kuraiōji, it was as if he could relay messages to another being, it was the elf, Kuraiōji’s eyes had spread their shade into the elf and they could implant voices within him, but instead of immediately chasing the elf, Kuraiōji wanted a physical form first, and so, after finally finding a way out of the endlessly winding caves, they came upon a small village, with many different races, but there was one woman, a pregnant woman, one who looked near her time to give birth, and so, Kuraiōji hid in the bushes as a cloud of shade and waited, until one night, where they heard the human woman scream, she was giving birth, rushing into it, Kuraiōji possessed the child, finally having a mortal form, Kuraiōji could finally enact revenge and take their eyes back.

Many years pass, the human parents oblivious to the fact that they are raising a possessed child, and when time came, when the mortal form reached 18 years old, the elf, the one that had stolen their eyes was long dead, but still, it still felt like they could whisper to something, to their… child? Perhaps? But this child was gone from the village, nobody knows of the whereabouts of this elven child, so instead, Kuraiōji just decided to live life and soon explore. Someday, the whispers will bring those eyes back to them, they must just wait.

## **Recent Life Events**

### ***Decomposing..***

Decades pass, Kuraiōji has been all over the world, learning all sorts of magic, avoiding the more barbaric use of blades and bows, soon Kuraiōji noticed that the mortal form he took, the human, was growing weaker and decomposing, but through these years of travel they bonded and grew attached, Kuraiōji, not wanting to let go decided to keep the form, that would eventually wear away, leaving a humanoid figure, surrounded by rot and black shadow, together, they would become fortune tellers, traveling the world, grifting beings of all races, eventually learning and mastering telepathy, along with learning all sorts of magic, eventually, Kuraiōji would make it to the heart of Interra Gloria, where they would decide to live the rest of their lives.

### ***Unnoticed***

The whispers grew stronger, there was something approaching, could it be the elf? It has been centuries of hearing pieces from their ancestral line, one elf even making it close enough to be whispered to, could this one finally have arrived nearby? So Kuraiōji, wanting their eyes back, and being given the opportunity to get them back, hired a mercenary, a Windwalker and his lackeys to capture an elf, giving them the description of a “Prostor Elf with abnormal eyes” and giving them instructions to look them in the eyes, as they would hold something “special” within, eventually, the mercenaries would turn up, the mercenaries would let them know that they got a prostor elf, but there was nothing special about his eyes, taking out the elf they captured, Kuraiōji took a close look at the elf, spitting in their face in anger, after finding out that the mercenaries did not get the right elf, they tricked the mercenaries into taking the elf outside, Kuraiōji would then leave, keeping a low profile, over hearing the mercenaries call the raid a “bust”, despite this set back, they believe this was the right track, they will find this elf, and they will take those eyes back.

## **Present Life**

### ***A Certain Someone.***

It’s been how long Kura has been keeping a low profile, avoiding any familiars that roam around. They’ve screwed up, why continue his little quest? They’ve walked far and wide around the world of Interra Gloria. Everyday, they felt their objective getting closer and getting farther. The whispers one day would be closer and louder, then all of a sudden- they grow softer, more distant.

*This frustrated Kura quite a lot.*

In the middle of their travels, they collected an old, ragged cloak from what appears to be an old corpse and wore it in order to further hide their identity. They continued to explore more, not realizing they'd reached the main city of Interra Gloria. And that’s where it hit them. The whispers got louder.

They quickly bolt into the city, exhilarated to finally be inches close to what they’ve been looking for for who knows how long. Their objective was finally a few steps close, leading them to a hearty tavern.

They enter the tavern, looking around, filled with all sorts of creatures, different races. Their objective could be anyone at this point. The whispering was so very loud. They walk deep into a tavern, seeing a familiar.. Windwalker.

They fell silent. But their objective was right there.

They pull their cloak over their bandaged eyes, walking up to the group, sitting down on a free space as if they knew the group for ages.

*“Hey! You’re not supposed to be around here, dipshit. Get lost.”* The Knull Elf bluntly exclaims.

*“How rude. I’m simply just a wandering Fortune Teller looking for a place to unwind for a moment.”* They smiled, resting their head on their hand

*“You got sand blocking your ears? Read my lips: Get. Lost.”* The Knull Elf continues to persist with his blunt statements.

Kura then turns around to face the loud Knull Elf and shows him the bandages covering their eyes.

*“I believe I can’t ‘read your lips’,  sir. **I’m blind**”* Kura says, striking gold into the Knull Elf’s ego.

The tension between Kura and the brutish Knull Elf continues to grow until someone from the same group breaks up the tension between them.

*“Let’s pause the show for a bit, bodybuilder! I think I see a familiar face around here! That being said, how do you do, asshole?”* A man wearing a blue coat and a bone mask, who appears to be a Windwalker,  appears behind them and interrupts their “pleasant” conversation.

They paused, before giving them a smile. *“Familiar? Are you talking to me?”*

*“Tsk, you don’t even recognize me, partner? I did your job for you, even took allotta my guys just to do those jobs, no bells?”*

*“Job~~? Whatever job did I make you do? I’m simply just a wandering Fortune Teller. I don’t think we’ve met! Unless you came to me to do a reading on you in the past?”*

*“Hey Alvar, you know what, here's a question: When was the last time you saw a Windwalker throwing bombs like I do? I mean, anyone can throw one, just maybe the height would stand out a little, yeah?”*

*“The fuck are you talking about? The way I see it, you throw them like a little girl throwing a bag of rocks. I don’t give a fuck, so just move on with your conversation with fucking oh-so-important Fortune Teller here. I’ll continue with my drink.”* The Knull Elf then gets up and leaves to sit at another chair away from the two.

*“Great input! I agree, let's get to the point, anonymous. You owe me big, and I can’t bomb a public tavern, so what do you have to offer to us, if it's nothing you’re out.”*

Kura tilted their head, frowning slightly. *“Do I? How many times do I have to relay to you? **We’ve never met.**”*

*“**Sigh** look, if you’re that determined to turn a new leaf, the tavern isn’t the best place to do that, want a drink?”*

They sighed, giving in. *“Actually.. I lied about unwinding. I’m here searching for all of you. Fortune told me so!”* He smiled, taking the Windwalker’s drink and taking a sip out of it.

*“Tsk, I can’t say I haven’t done that before, but somehow it hurts even more when it’s mine and isn’t alcoholic.. I don’t do that stuff. Well played, Shade, well played.”*

*“Back to what I was saying. You. Elf”* They stood up, pointing at the fellow blindfolded creature on the table. “***Keil L. Danillan**, you made this group, yes? I want to accompany you and your little.. troupe..”*

The blindfolded elf was confused about who this person was.

*“The fuck? You’re not letting THIS pretentious asshole join our little band, are you, Keil?”* The Knull Elf speaks out again.

*“Ahahaha! Now you’re speaking my language, future sight! Bold, very bold!”* Proclaims the Windwalker, entertained at the twist of events.

*“Fortune teller, right?”* the blindfolded elf says to Kura.

They nodded their head. After analyzing them for a bit, the elf spoke again.

*“I assume you know more than just bullshitting people for money, and we need extra arms here in our group, even if they look like… that.”* the blindfolded elf says confidently.

*“You’re not being fucking serious, right? THIS guy??”* The Knull Elf speaks out again.

*“Calm yourself Nerinan, cactus prick you on the way here? Look at our group, you’re the only person here who can physically fight, fortune tellers tend to learn magic, and even if this guy doesn’t know how to, some extra cash doesn’t hurt. ”* the Blind Elf whispers to the Knull Elf

*“Tch, whatever.”* The Knull Elf continues to drink his glass of wine, almost sounding defeated.

*“Name’s Keil Danillan, although you already know that by now. Welcome aboard to the Tide Striders.”* Keil says to Kura, accepting them into the Tide Striders.

*“You got a name? Stage name or real name, whatever, I just want to know what to call our new friend here.”* Keil asks them.

*“..Kura. You can call me Kura.”*

*“Haha! New member! Want me to pull out that campfire trick again Keil?”*

They smile at the sight. They didn’t expect to get accepted that quickly. ***That’s one step closer to their objective.***

## **Other Quotes/Fun Facts**

### ***Quotes:***

*“Utterly useless. But beggars can’t be choosers, they say.”*

*“Would I ever lie to a precious one like you..?”*

*“I’d prefer it if you don’t force a blade into me, really,”*

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### ***Fun Facts!:***

* Kura has a very bad sense of time.
* As they get into Fortune Telling, they end up taking an interest in Astrology. They'll tend to ramble about stars during their travels with Tide Striders.
* They’re fond of Rabbits. They had a pet Rabbit during one of their travels alone.
* They tend to make sure to remember their  client’s information during reading sessions. For research :]
* They never liked their birth name. “Kuraōji” was simply given to them by an important mortal from their travels .
* Kuraōji means *“Dark Prince”*
* They steal clothes and other daily needs behind the Tide Strider's backs, ESPECIALLY Alvar's. They only wait for the day till they realize