Claiming:Broken Covenant/Kuroi Kage - Accepted

Note: This is copy-pasted straight from my contest entry. Also, who won the contest? Obviously it wasn't me, but I still wonder who it was, and I can't figure out where that information is.

Name: Kuroi Kage

Age: He doesn't know (17)

God Parent: Perses, God of Destruction and Peace

Mortal parent: He doesn't know

Appearance: I've made an illustration.



Faction: Veritum Unitum

Reason: I've been a weapon, an instrument, a utensil of the gods for gods know how long. It is time I turned against the oppressors; it is time for a reversal.

Personality: Kuroi has a form of post traumatic stress disorder. His life has been so full of violence, he doesn't even remember most of it, just a haze of blood. This also makes him forgetful. He doesn't really know how to interact with other people, but makes a conscious attempt to not be a loner. He is angered relatively easily. He is tired of fighting his whole life and wishes for peace, but realizes that peace shares an intimate relationship with destruction. In order to establish peace, the gods must first be overthrown, and so he continues to fight as long as necessary. Although he does not like to kill, he has relatively few qualms about it, and will kill for a good reason without a second thought.

History: "How did I get here?"

Well, how far back are we going? If we are delving into my origin, I'm afraid the details are... blurry. How I became the weapon I am now, where I obtained my skills, and who my mother is... I can't tell you that. My memories are a quagmire, a haze of blood and destruction. Here is what I do know.

I worked for the gods for years, often for my father, Perses. What kind of work? The messy kind. I was a monster slayer, a hit man, a saboteur, an arsonist. Whatever needed to be done, I did it. In return, the gods gave me... something. They would give me some slight compensation, be it money or food, but never enough to truly repay me for my efforts. Only enough to live, to endure for the sole purpose of serving them the next time some job came along they were too high and mighty for. I think I may have even worked for mortals in the past, when in dire need of money.

And so, my life bleeds together, one day into the next, the next into the past, and so on in a maddening cycle of chaos. How did it begin? How? Nothing is clear anymore. It's as though my mind has jettisoned that information to make room for more blood and killing.

One day I lost a fight with a drakon; that was the catalyst. It was only by extreme luck a managed to escape. As I crawled away from the fight, too tired and damaged to continue, I prayed for help. I was dying and I knew it. I waited and waited. No help came. The gods forsook me without a second thought. Never mind that I was on one of their assignments, trying to destroy a drakon because they refused to do any work themselves. I pondered the possibility that it might be about to end, the blood, the violence, the confounding story of my life. I realized for the first time that I hated it, the bloodshed, the rampant violence, my life as a whole. It was then help did come, but not from the gods.

I noticed a kid, someone in their late teens, walking through the forest where I hid. I called out to him, and he noticed me. It did not take long before I learned that he was a demigod as well. He offered me a flask of nectar, but I refused. I explained my lot to him, and told him I had decided it was time for me to move on. I was done with bloodshed. I would make my exit from the world.

He scolded me, explaining how, if I chose to die here, the gods would just find another tool. It would never end. To the gods, I was an expendable resource. He said that if I wanted peace for myself, to go ahead and die, but if I wanted peace for the world, to endure and fight against the gods. I took the nectar from him and swore to dedicate my life to the gods downfall. He smiled and told me that he had to keep traveling, but he hoped we would meet again, as allies. As he left I called out to him, asking "What is your name!?"

He hesitated before responding, "My moniker... is Strike."

And so, I must continue to do what I hate, to fight. Now, however, I do it for a peaceful future!

Weapons and Combat: Kuroi wields both a katana and wakizashi, both made of celestial bronze. He rarely uses them simultaneously, but instead uses the katana when in open areas and the shorter wakizashi when in tight corridors or other movement restricting spaces. He uses these Japanese weapons instead of traditional Greek weapons because it gives him an advantage against opponents that are used to fighting against Greek styled weapons and techniques. The Katana is named Hakai (destruction) and the wakizashi is named Heiwa (peace).

Maelstromis (talk) 20:42, March 6, 2013 (UTC)