Name: Bryon James

Nickname: Moam, Sogeking, Sogemoam

Meaning behind nickname: Moam is a casual contraction of his title. He adopted the alias "Sogeking" from a famous hero to signify his change in combat style. Sogemoam was given to him by a dear friend, and he prefers it. He also took on the names "Don Kanonji" and "Parco Folgore" briefly.

Title: The Man on a Mission, King of Snipers (Sogeking)

Age: Seems to be in his early 20’s

Gender: Male

Class: Sharpshooter

Appearance: Moam stands at a height approximating 5'9-5'10 and weighs accordingly. The harsh training he subjects himself to has built his sun-tanned body into a tough physique. His curly mess of snow-white locks fall wildly across his eyes and the round, black sunglasses he wears. Around his mouth grows a light beard he occasionally lets grow to give himself a wild look. To the left of his mouth is a small mole and a dimple that shows when he smiles. His nose is small, much to his dismay; He wants a long nose just like the original Sogeking.

Moam prefers to dress in his own comfortable fashion. He wears a simple white shirt with the top and bottom buttons casually undone. Over his shoulders rests a black and brown poncho of simple design fluttering in the wind, with an orange Popsicle stitched into the back. A white cowboy hat of questionable worth sits comfortably atop his messy hair. His brown pants are of a light variety and fall over the top of his black shoes. A belt with bulky containers all the way around and an ancient looking red, circular shell embedded in the front is tied around his waist.

Personal History:

A man and a history shrouded in mystery. An enigmatic figure in the clans, no one knows his history other than what he’s done on the surface. Managing to share nothing of his personal history, he lets his clan members speculate the details of his life. “My personal life is of no concern on the battlefield.” Moam maintains an air of professionalism, but in truth feels his history is largely a mixed legacy.

Early Life:
His story begins in a peaceful, nameless town. A quaint, rural setting centering on the trains and travelers that came and went with the times. On the outskirts, amongst a small community, his mother raised him. His father had divorced his mother before he was born, and he grew up under the shadow of his cruel brother, who degraded Moam as a mistake. Moam tried to understand his brother’s spitefulness, but to no avail. There was no one he really close to then, at home or at school. Moam cared less about his life and more about legendary heroes on his bookshelf.

There was, however, one person who Moam loved, and he appeared to Moam like the heros he read about. That person was his grandfather, and he sensed the pain in Moam’s young heart. He wielded not a weapon, but a Popsicle and kindness. He connected with his grandson like a reflex, and the two spent Moam’s younger days together reading about legends. There was one in particular they both liked, a tale of Space Pirates. His grandfather gave him the nickname “Deadeye”, and the two were inseparable.

He didn’t feel particularly connected to the rest of his family. His mother favored his brother, and spent her time with him. His brother was more successful than Moam, and was prepped to become the first in the family to attend a higher education. His brother focused on his studies to become a doctor, but Moam preferred more creative outlets and used clay to mold robots and monsters. He created a small slingshot for himself at a young age and went around shooting targets in private, embarrassed by his poor shot.   

On a fateful day, Moam was in his grandfather’s room when he came across a strange object. It was a fancy looking slingshot, but there was no sling attached to it. Moam pretended to pull it, and amazingly it created a sling out of white-blue energy. His grandfather recognized the sound and came to take the tool away from Moam. He intended to teach his grandson in the way of the Quincy, but his mother forbid her son from living such a way. “The age of the Quincy is over”.

His grandfather was forced to kindly take the tool, causing Moam to cry. He hated seeing Moam cry, and he cried often. He secretly gave him the cross, hoping that his fascination with the object would die down. That’s just what happened. Moam's short attention to it faded and he went back to his clay. Breathing a sigh of relief, his Grandfather went and gave him an orange Popsicle. "A weapon can only share grief with those you love. A good Popsicle, well, that's something that can share many things with those you love."

However, as Moam got older, he pestered his grandfather as annoyingly as any child could to explain what the tool was, and eventually the gentle old soul gave in. "Quincy. Those who shoot from their heart." He explained the story of the Quincy to his grandson, saying that he was one of the last Quincy and defended the innocent from Hollows in his youth. “I could not hold my weapon and my family at the same time, so I made the choice of holding my family.” Moam overlooked his grandfather’s philosophy and began to feel a hatred towards the Shinigami, but his grandfather knew children are easily led in such a way and explained that the Quincy were wrong.

"The Quincy were vigilantes. Though the Shinigami's government is a corrupt one, they were still the law in spiritual matters." Moam's hatred faded, but he still felt some animosity. "Vigilantes are fueled by vengeance. We fell because we let our vengeance shroud our hearts. You must never be fueled by vengeance if you hope to protect those that you love." Moam would replay these words in his head as he got older, but wouldn’t fully grasp their meaning until later in his life.

“You’re still going to train me, right?” Moam managed to slip in at the end. The two trained, but Moam showed no promise as a Quincy. He grandfather kindly told him that perhaps it was not his path in life to be a Quincy, but encouraged him to continue if that's what made him happy. Failure didn’t make him happy and he returned to a normal life afterward. He continued through school until the age of 13, making few friends and forging no real connections with anyone but his grandfather. Moam wanted a life of adventure like the heroes in the legends he read.

Tired of the mundane life he lived, he told his grandfather he needed to see the world and left school to travel for years. He had run away from home and was free to wander vast landscapes, armed only with a cheap sword and handmade slingshot. He was amazed by what was out there, and his home suddenly felt insignificant. He donned a mask, and vowed to become a self-styled hero. Finding "injustice", he would swoop down and right the wrongs before going along on his ways. While this seems amazing, what he accomplished was less than noteworthy and hardly worth remembering. He held his life with little worth and didn't mind dying at the time.

Save for one event, of course. Hoping to do something important, he learned of a group of Bandits terrorizing a local village and decided that they had to be stopped before they hurt anyone. Studying their movements carefully, he planned an attack on their encampment when the unexpected occurred. A young lad of only 11 or so years brazenly attacked the bandits, and was in danger of being killed. Moam sniped a few of the bandits from the distance, and covered the boy's father as he made his escape. He fled soon after he became the target of the bandits, slowly picked them off one by one with carefully laid traps in the forest.

Moam felt a tinge of homesickness and decided he had enough of being a traveler. The near death experience of that kid was a reminder of his own mortality and youth. He enjoyed the wilderness, but missed the comfort of his own bed. However, he had managed to get lost on his way back home and spent months surviving on willpower and fighting to survive until he caught up with what was going on in the world. As it turns out, the bandits were a precursor to the larger clans that were to take shape. He did not participate in the clan wars of the old, but managed to get into a conflict with a leader nonetheless.

Moam had come across a group known as the Lone-Wolf Clan, and they provided him with supplies for his travel. Despite their lack of bravery, Moam admired their audacity to die for a cause they knew was futile and felt himself an unofficial member. Unfortunately for the group, the Shinigami Clan attacked them. Their leader, Hitsugaya Toushirou and his brother, Adin, had come to finish the clan personally. Hitsu fought with the Lone Wolf’s leader, and Moam took it upon himself to thank their hospitality by fighting alongside them.

He didn't understand it, but he felt some sort of anger towards these people regardless. He engaged in a battle with Adin, where he was stabbed in the leg by a thrust of Adin's sword, but managed to stalemate Adin long enough to survive. Hitsu had quickly disposed of the Lone Wolf's leader, and was surprised to see the two engaged in a battle. Hitsu told Adin to stand down, and together the two left. Moam still doesn't understand why he was spared, but was thankful. He was immensely relieved; he would have died if he had to face the two, again feeling his mortality alongside his revelation.

After the battle, a surviving member of the Lone Wolf Clan told him that that was the Gotei 13, as the Shinigami Clan now called itself, and a spark was lit in Moam's heart. He was angry with himself for letting them get away and would have taken the fight more seriously if he knew it was his archenemies, he told himself. He realized that their skills far surpassed his own, and he decided to take a different approach to destroying them. He would use cunning, and subvert the Gotei from within by infiltrating their ranks and taking control slowly.

Gotei Career:

The time would soon come where he would make his entrance into the clan world. Known only as the "Man on a Mission", he would step into a bizarre adventure....

But first, he managed to return home and tell his grandfather of the news. His grandfather warned him of the dangers of vengeance again, but Moam ignored his grandfather's warnings. The two became less close and his grandfather reminded him that the path of the Quincy would separate you from your family. Moam didn't mind, he had no idea in his youth the value of a family, and his grandfather painfully allowed him to go do what made him happy. Moam packed up and avoided his mother’s scolding, taking with him a farewell gift from his grandfather.

He returned to the clans and answered the Gotei’s recruitment call. Recognizing Moam, Hitsu let him into the clan. Moam walked side by side Hitsu, and quietly vowed, “I will be the one to defeat my nemesis! I will fight them by whatever means and will not tolerate anyone else defeating my nemesis!” Moam concealed his vengeance well and became a model member of the Gotei 13. Moam helped with suggestions on how to run the clan, and Hitsu gratefully implemented them. He gained the respect of his peers and was placed as Vice-Captain of the Fifth Division under DarkRaiden. Moam kept in touch with an individual known as Cyper the Fallen Angel. Moam felt they were comrades, as they shared the goal of defeating Hitsu.   

Moam confided his plans in Cyper and Cyper decided to work for Moam. For all the people that liked Moam, there was one individual who disliked Moam, Darkmatter. Dark-one as Moam called him, suspected Moam of ulterior motives, and an animosity between the two emerged silently. Darkmatter called Moam out on the fact that he was not yet a Shinigami, and Moam was forced to act. The device given to him by his grandfather cloaked his Quincy aura, and he appeared as a normal human.   

A man named Benitaro stabbed his sword nonchalantly straight into Moam, causing his chest to burn with an immense pain. The process of Shinigamification did not go well for him. His Quincy Aura rejected the process, but the dark energies of Benitaro filled Moam with an illness. He was bed-ridden for days, and managed to find a fake Zanpakuto to wear at his side. Moam had been set back in his plans by his illness, and had to think about his next step while in bed.

He came into contact with two individuals: Pineapple and Kouchu Kitsune. Pineapple was the leader of the rival faction, KAFatsuki, and Moam agreed to leak information to Pineapple as his "Kabuto". Moam viewed Pineapple with disdain initially, but came to feel respect for him. Moam met the man known as Yoshiyuki at this point as well, although their friendship wouldn't take shape until much later. There was an "Item War" going at this point, where the Gotei found itself in the possession of artifacts the newly resurrected KAFatsuki desired. As it turned out, mythical beasts known as "Bijyuu" resided inside and the KAFatsuki could use it to power their members.

Meanwhile, in Soul Society, Moam introduced himself to a man named Kouchu Kitsune. “You are an interesting fellow”, Kouchu told Moam. Kouchu was friends with another member of the Gotei 13, Okami Loki, and seemed to possess disdain for the clan, Frostburn in particular. Frostburn was a respected member of the Gotei and could fight on equal grounds with Hitsu. As it turns out, Kouchu felt him to be pretentious in secret but told him nothing of the sort in the open. Moam and Kouchu drank together in private and Kouchu asked Moam to join his rebellion against the Gotei.   

Moam was surprised by his sudden invitation, and was insulted. Moam had put much effort into subverting the Gotei, and unlike the audacity of the Lone Wolf Clan, Kouchu seemed to vastly underestimate his enemies. Moam said he would "possibly" help Kouchu, although he had no intention of anything of the sort. Kouchu breathed a sigh of relief, and the two continued to drink. Moam felt Kouchu a sycophant as Kouchu poured praise after praise along the Sake. Moam tried to convince him to work him instead, but there was no such luck and the two parted ways. Not long after, Kouchu set forth on his insurrection.

And he was defeated miserably. His rebellion consisted of just him and Okami. The combined forces of the Gotei 13 and the KAFatsuki easily defeated the two, and Kouchu was never seen again. Moam viewed this as a warning, and understood the powerlessness one man possess in the face of so many. Moam went out again in search of interesting faces that might help him. One such individual was a kid called Zeikkobu. Zeik, as he called himself, was an Academy student who worked his way up from humble origins. Moam admired his hard work and the two became friends over a meal of Soba, Moam’s favorite meal in Soul Society.

Zeik was a chubby kid, but Moam felt a connection with him. Unlike what he felt with Cyper, unlike what he felt with Kouchu. It is not enough to share a common goal to form a connection with someone. The two shared idealism, something that transcended notions of victory. They both understood that idealism meant that things wouldn’t end up as they wanted and that they'd have to keep fighting for their goals. Zeik thanked Moam for the meal and the two kept in touch on a regular basis. Zeik asked Moam to train him, but Moam was unfortunately a fake Shinigami and could offer no help.

Moam delved into the study of Kidou and Zanjutsu at this time, hoping to be of some help to Zeik once he was knowledgeable. However, he was in no position as a vice-captain to gain access to higher levels of knowledge available to captains, so he put his cunning to work again. He antagonized his captain and angered him. He used methods his brother had used on him to instill rage into DarkRaiden. Then, while the iron was hot, Moam challenged him to a duel and sent him an invitation. DarkRaiden never accepted, quite to Moam's luck.

Shamed, he was never seen again and Moam became the Fifth-Division captain. Moam held no actual ill towards him; he was simply in the way of his goal. And yet Moam realized he held no ill towards anyone, really. He had actually had found Shinigami he liked: Zeik, Axel, Hyde, Ran, and began to question his goal. As fate turns, however, there were accusations of a traitor amongst the Gotei and Darkmatter, who suspected Moam, interrogated him. He wouldn't seem to let go of his hunch, and Moam had to act.

Moam quickly turned the situation in his favor, making a heroic speech about honor and asking if there is not a traitor in each of us. Moam then wrote to Hitsu, warning him of spies, and Hitsu thanked his concern. Darkmatter went silent afterward, but a traitor would soon reveal himself. Zeik, as it turned out, began to doubt the Gotei 13 and left with information for the KAFatsuki. Moam had found a cover for his activities, but didn't want to see Zeik become his scapegoat. He warned that there might be another spy, and he would personally hunt him down.

Naturally he didn’t look for the spy, and instead contemplated his situation. He had come into a position where could serve as an adviser to both Hitsu and Pineapple. He wondered that if he continued to work this way, he could find an all-powerful position where he was in control of both clans. Moam could occasionally feed Pineapple false leads in an attempt to keep things balanced, and could tell Hitsu of KAFatsuki plans. But for what purpose? Moam realized that he found Shinigami he liked, and instead wanted to do "good" with his position of power.

He had a change of heart. What he witnessed cooled his vengeance and he no longer wished to destroy the Gotei 13. He still wanted to defeat Hitsugaya, but all Shinigami were no longer his enemies. He instead developed an interest in the youth of the war, and wanted to provide them with plenty of opportunities for combat and growth. His love for legends returned suddenly, and he hoped to create a battlefield with enough opportunity for their own legends to be created. Oh, but how idealistic he was in this all.

All that introspection was for naught. The spy was found sooner than he thought. Cyper had seen what happened to those who betrayed the Gotei many times, and feared for his life. He told everything to Hitsu, who was shocked at Moam's treachery. Moam wasn't executed, as fate would have it. He was simply expelled, and found himself having had a dream dangled in front of him, and taken away. The ideal of a world fit for legends to be born would stay with him and shape his future career in the clans.

Side Career

Before he was expelled from the Gotei, Moam had put his idealism into action. There was a new clan that was rising, The Warrior Spirit Clan. Moam made it his priority to help this clan, and introduced himself to their leader, Saint. Saint was suspicious of Moam, but eventually the two became friends. There was another man with Saint, named ANBU. Moam found himself having a lengthy conversation with this rogue ninja, and he told Moam of his desire to fight Pineapple. Moam wasn't aware of ANBU's talent then, and didn't want to risk the balance of power being disrupted, so he tried to talk him out of it.

But you can't keep a good ninja down. The two eventually did fight, and Pineapple won by a narrow margin. Moam was impressed nonetheless by his new friend and felt shamed that he had underestimated someone, vowing to never do it again. ANBU and Moam became friends soon after and would work together for a very long time. Moam also met other Warrior Spirit regulars: Kreig, Ukun, LockeRoberts, and IronBlood. The Warrior Spirit clan would have an interesting future, in all of its incarnations. Moam fought with them for their own "subforum", and eventually they received one and set up HQ.

In Soul Society, Moam began to understand Kouchu's hatred towards Frostburn when he found his own "rival"- Spyder Pyresphere. Moam struggled to reconcile with their differences at a time when he wanted to understand Shinigami better. Spyder carried an air of nobility about him, and Moam felt his humble roots boiling at their tips. Moam didn't hate Spyder, and felt they were working towards similar goals, albeit via different roads He that his similar disposition to Hitsu was the reason they never saw eye to eye. While the two never talked, they had a fated encounter later.

Spyder challenged Moam to a duel after Moam was expelled and Moam accepted. Still ill, he felt he would have to wing the fight if he were to survive. He dressed in an outrageous costume and acted eccentrically to fool his opponent into thinking he was something other than a Quincy, hoping he could get a surprise hit in and win the fight somehow. Luckily, Pine supplied him with info on Spyder and Moam had a tactical advantage. The fight was about to take place, but the two warriors stared one another down and they agreed to postpone their fight for another time. Moam was once again very lucky- he probably would have died then if he had fought.

But there was a person that made Moam happy in comparison, Hyde. Hyde was an up and coming Shinigami that Moam liked and befriended. Hyde showed a lot of respect towards Moam, however unwarranted it was, and the two even sparred briefly. Though they talked little, Moam hoped Hyde would achieve status as a respected member of the Gotei. Hyde had demonstrated willingness to help the younger members, even as his rank increased, and Moam thought that the future of the Gotei would rest in men like Hyde, and not Spyder.

Interestingly, Hyde sent Moam a letter after his betrayal was revealed; stating that Hyde understood Moam walked his own path, but that they would still be friends. Moam knew he was right to develop a friendship with Hyde, but sent no reply. Instead, he focused his efforts on becoming stronger to help more people like Hyde. He didn't want to have to keep winging his way out of fights in order to survive. Hyde wasn’t the last person Shinigami that Moam liked.

Axel (Ichigoslayer15/Dr.Stein) was this last person’s name. He was an older soul who had apparently died in the Second World War and wandered Rukongai. Moam sensed promise in him, and encouraged him to enter the Shinigami Academy. Axel excelled in the Shinigami Academy and was a natural born Shinigami by all accounts, graduating in his first year. Moam brought him to the attention of Hitsu, who appointed Axel to 4th Squad Vice-Captain. The two kept in touch, but Axel was similar to Damon and the two never quite hit it off until later.

Another point to note would be the Ryoka who invaded Soul Society: Raisurinu and Takahata. Moam wouldn't fight them, but the incident stayed in his mind. He even befriended Taka later on, and the two shared drinks often.

KAFatsuki Career:

With nowhere to turn, Moam went with the KAFatsuki. The Item War was nearing its end and the KAFatsuki no longer had an advantage with spies relaying information. The KAFatsuki was out powered, and seemed low on morale. Moam noticed something about this group that was different from the Gotei, and enjoyed it. This group had a feeling of camaraderie. Whereas you could be accused of treason by anyone or be snubbed by better-known members in the Gotei, here everyone was a friend and they worked together. Moam was touched and focused his energies on helping the clan.

Moam could not offer his fighting services, still ill from the affects of Benitaro's stab, but he wrote propaganda letters that raised morale. He tutored younger KAFatsuki members and gave them some advice on fighting Gotei warriors. Pineapple sealed inside of himself the Nine-Tailed Fox and gained an immense boost in chakra that he used to challenge Hitsu with. The fight was the last spark of the dying Item War. The war ended abruptly soon after, and no side seemed to win from the war. The KAFatsuki could no longer provide a challenge to the Gotei and in Moam's eyes, was the loser of the war.   

Moam aspired to help the KAFatsuki more than ever, and befriended every member to train him or her for the next war. Moam himself began to study Chakra and Jutsu and began to learn a few techniques. Pineapple decided he was to leave the KAFatsuki in search of more power, and left control of the KAFatsuki to Kan. Kan was a relatively unknown figure in the clans, but she was well liked by everyone- including Moam- because of her friendliness and dedication to the KAFatsuki. Moam found another strong form of motivation to help and acted as Kan's right hand man. He advised her on clan matters and was willing to give his life for her's. He had truly taken up the KAFatsuki cause. Another can of surprise would soon open up...

Time passed, and everything seemed hunky dory, until a new power rose in the clans: A splinter faction of the Gotei 13 and the result of Hitsu's own immaturity as a leader. The group was lead by Spyder and Jayu Makusho, two friends and captains- the former second and ninth respectively. Hitsu caused serious worry amongst his members when he told them he was leaving and choosing a new leader, only to reveal it was a prank. Spyder grew tired of Hitsu's incompetence and together with Jayu Makusho was easily able to gather support for the new clan he was about to create thanks to the overwhelming anger towards Hitsu.

He used this opportunity to start a clan with the greatest momentum yet seen in the clans- The Seikazoku.

The Seikazoku

The Seikazoku had a great start. With fighters like Frostburn joining, Hitsu was thrown into a panic. Gathering his closet and most trusted retainers near him, he divulged to them that he would be closing down the Gotei 13 for some time. Once closed, many of the former members wandered the clans. Unfortunately, none of the unemployed joined the KAFatsuki, finding instead the shiny banner of the Seikazoku the more appealing. Moam felt Spyder had a lot to be happy about, but had a feeling this victory would be short lived without a duel.

Without the Gotei to fight, Spyder found other adversaries to engage himself with. Moam was enraged to learn Spyder had beaten his friend Saint in a duel and effectively crushed the Warrior Spirit Clan in one battle. The gentlemanly Saint was by no means the strongest, but he had the heart of a true warrior and was no match for Spyder's ambition. Without Hitsu to hunt, Moam took it upon himself to hunt Spyder and devise a way to defeat the Seikazoku. The KAFatsuki subforum began to decline once morale fell, and the Seikazoku seemed poised to destroy the KAFatsuki as well, but one of life's surprises occurred.   

Benitaro, the guy who stabbed Moam earlier, opened up a new clan- The Organization XIII. What was odd, however, was that Hitsu himself joined the ranks along with some Gotei and KAFatsuki members. Moam saw this as the opportunity he was looking for, and joined, filling the position of the Marksman. He grudgingly worked with Benitaro and forgave him for the wound and illness he gave him, although it grew increasingly worse since the first night. He was coughing up blood and found himself fatigued and knew he would have to avoid combat. But in spite of that, he would not pass up a chance to avenge Saint and curb Seikazoku expansion.

The Seikazoku and the Organization XIII were soon at war with one another, and Spyder went to work quickly. Sending perhaps his strongest warrior, Frostburn, who had been reborn as a Paladin, to battle Hitsu. Benitaro watched from a distance, unaware of what Moam felt was Spyder's intent. Moam didn't understand why someone as proud as Spyder didn't fight Hitsu directly, until he thought perhaps Spyder thought Hitsu wasn't worthy enough anymore, or wanted to make a grand entrance if he defeated Frostburn.  The whole point of the war was to defeat Hitsu. Quickly taking counter measures, he talked with Benitaro about Spyder's plan. Benitaro agreed to call off a pointless war, and Moam used his technology from the Organization to warp into the fray and distract Frostburn long enough to escape with Hitsu.

Moam made a declaration "I will never let you rule these lands, Spyder!" on the spot, garnering a reply from Spyder "Hmmph". Moam felt that Spyder didn't treat his friends with the respect they deserved, and began to desire to free soldiers from leaders who use their soldiers as pawns. Moam talked with Hitsu, noticing a marked change in attitude. The two talked and Moam understood that those who stayed with Hitsu were his true friends all along, and that he would now work to protect them in his newly resurrected Gotei 13. Moam liked the new Hitsu, but still wanted to beat him in combat.

Hitsu was wiser the second time around and the Gotei rose with a momentum greater than that of the Seikazoku's. The members of the Organization XIII moved on, including Moam, who returned to the KAFatsuki. Moam was surprised to learn from Kan that Spyder had written to her, telling her it was time for the KAFatsuki and Seikazoku to ally and crush the Gotei. Moam realized the KAFatsuki was being used as a pawn, but was unable to explain this to Kan. She had become friends with the Seikazoku, and Moam felt he failed as her advisor. True glory in the battle can only be obtained by the actions of one, he felt. One individual or one clan. There would be no glory working with the Seikazoku.

Moam abandoned the KAFatsuki and talked with Hitsu, who welcomed him back into the Gotei 13. By this time Zeik returned to the Gotei 13 as well, and Moam found he reunited with Zeik and Hyde. Meanwhile, Kan doubted going to war with the Gotei once Moam left, and the Seikazoku found itself on it's own. Spyder took things more directly, and challenged Hitsu to a one on one life and death duel. The warriors clashed in a dramatic dance of steel, and the sword master of fire fought the child of ice. The child emerged victorious. Despite the conditions of the duel, Hitsu spared Spyder's life, much to his shame. He returned to the Seikazoku a defeated man, as even his own judges declared him the loser.

Once in the Gotei, Moam regained his position as Fifth Division Captain. There, Moam remembered the Ryoka and proposed to Hitsu an invasion of the Seikazoku homeland to finish them off. It was a pure gambit, but Moam felt he could end things then. Hitsu and Moam gathered an elite force, the Letters, consisting of members attached to a particular letter. Hyde (L), Zeik (O), Hitsugaya (M), and Moam (P) were among the members and were later joined by MasterJ (P) and Benitaro (X). The letters didn't stand for anything in particular, they just looked cool. Moam chose "P" however, for "Peace", but wanted “L” originally for “Love”, but gave it to Hyde.   

Moam came into contact with Takahata, the man who invaded Soul Society back when he was first a member. Moam knew that Taka would have the knowledge of invading defenses, and asked for his aide. Taka would not fight, but said he would help them break in. Moam planned on not only defeating Spyder and the Seikazoku, but also Hitsu and the Gotei 13 at the same time. He did not intend to kill them, only to emerge from the gambit the victor and return to the KAFatsuki with victory for Kan.

The gambit, however, got nowhere. Taka was far too apathetic towards the thing and the group never invaded the Seikazoku. Moam spent his free time now once again helping young members of the Gotei. Moam became friends with Ran this time around and prepped him to be captain once he left. He had a drink with both Zeik and Hyde and caught up on old times. Moam did not chat with Hitsu, but wondered what he thought of him now that he returned. As he felt earlier, Hitsu had changed. He would be a better leader this time around, and he didn't really need Moam's help.

Zeik revealed a very personal secret to Moam, but Moam’s friendship with Zeik was only strengthened. The secret didn’t matter to Moam, they were true friends after all, and Moam was just glad that Zeik was willing to tell him such a thing. Moam felt his strongest camaraderie to be with Zeik, and had enjoyed watching the progress he made in the clans. Moam knew that there was some sort of interesting future in store for this warrior, and departed after helping him develop a new fighting style.

Before Moam left, he took as much knowledge as he could and beat some training into Ran. He was a rather lazy person at the time, but he had a good heart and Moam empathetically wanted to help him become stronger. They both shared a desire to help weaker clans and Moam wanted him to act out his dreams. He helped Ran understand his past over a drink and vowed that he would help him understand his past someday. Moam stopped by memory lane on his way out, and left without saying a word to anyone.

The Keiichi Rogues:

Moam's old friend, ANBU, who went by Martyr those days, had opened up a clan of his own, the Keiichi Rogues. The Rogues were a collection of anybodies who were simply looking for a good fight. Moam was one such anybody, and joined the clan. Kreig, Ukun, IronBlood, LockeRoberts, and eventually Saint joined up as well. Moam met other new faces, and hoped to succeed with this clan where he had failed in the past. He got to work quickly, setting up the subforum and building a training center.

Knowing the activity and health of a clan depends on how many fights it has, Moam recruited the Organization XIII join the subforum, offering them a place to build a base. Thus the nobodies joined the anybodies, hoping to together become somebodies. Moam hoped the two clans would spar occasionally, and then a greater ambition emerged. Moam wondered about creating a subforum for every small clan, and they would support one another until they were large enough to have their own subforum.

Moam put that theory on hold, and worked on setting up a “Dummy Hall”- a training hall where replicas of famous warriors would be ready to be fought with at a moment’s notice. His ambitions fell short however, and the section never rose. He did however; manage to set up a section for fights within the clan. He used all of his experiences from the clans he had been with to set up an impressive subforum for his friends.   

He ended up finally meeting and began to know old face, Damon. Damon had been in both the Gotei and KAFatsuki alongside Moam in the past, but the two never seemed to become friends. Moam took it upon himself to help the youth, and was an adamant teacher. Damon was still a spirit at this time, and Moam snuck into the KAFatsuki to find the location that Damon hid the body Pineapple gave him for the Item War was. He managed to infiltrate and escape undetected with his knowledge of the KAFatsuki’s layout.   

The KAFatsuki had deteriorated and seemed devoid of life. Moam was depressed to see the clan in such a state, but went ahead with his goal and returned to Damon with the body. Moam had learned of the Jutsu Pineapple used to seal spirits into bodies, and was somehow able to perform the difficult jutsu out of raw determination to help Damon. He was grateful for the help, and he asked Moam if he wanted to help him. Moam agreed to help the youth “walk the path of mastery” as he called it.

Moam used the sword sparingly in the past and was no Kensei, but he possessed enough wisdom to help Damon across his road. Damon was able to create his own unique sword style that combined the swift strokes of Zanjutsu and the deadly precision of KAFatsuki swordsmanship. His style had no name at the time, but Moam noted he had become a blazing devil on the battlefield. Another demon was about to make his appearance in battle.

Even if Spyder didn't have much life in him, the members of the Seikazoku did. Mr. Magic opened up a tournament to all members with some hidden agenda doomed to be unfulfilled. Training with Damon had left Moam more resolute in becoming stronger, and with Martyr, the two went to join. He took the upcoming conflict seriously and understood the possibility of death. He retrospected, remembering the legend of Sogeking from his youth and found the courage to place his life on the line to become stronger. Moam donned a heroic red mantle and the rest of Sogeking's costume, and created a weapon- Kabuto. He had to compensate for the illness that lingered on and enfeebled him.

While Moam waited in the lobby for his round of the tournament, Martyr battled Pineapple's latest incarnation. Indecision gripped his heart and filled it with anxiety at the critical moment. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he felt something was keeping him from his potential and would be the death of him. He found an easy excuse in his illness, but he knew he hadn't done much to cure it and kept it around as loser's insurance. Moam snapped out of his introspection when it was announced he was to enter the ring, and gathered his spirits to fight a man known as "Demonshadow.

The arena was a building caught in a wicked dance of flames, and the wooden flooring was a wooden mirror reflecting his feebleness. His spirit was strong, however, and he made a bold declaration to his rival, "Fight me with everything you have and never waver!” In his silence, Moam figured his opponent viewed him as some kind of eccentric hero. In that silence, he looked in his bag for the first move- a quick toss of a wine bottle and an even swifter shot of a volley of shurikens. Demon was as quick to counter, using his staff to lift pieces of the floor to catch the shurikens in mid air and take the brunt of the bottle.

The offensive had shifted to Demon. Throwing a bladed-chain across the room, it slashed the side of Moam, grasping his side in pain as a reflex. He knew he had to gain ground, so he slammed the ground beneath his feet with his shoulder and fell through to the lower floor, shooting a Quincy bullet in desperation. In the next floor, he used the time to rig the floor with deadly caltrops, as the Quincy bullet seemed to distract Demon. He fell through on his turn, and managed to evade the caltrops and resumed his offensive.

Coughing up blood onto his hand to match the wound on his side, Moam felt lightheaded and fell on his knee. Demon had to dodge the caltrops carefully, at the cost of making the floor unstable enough to break at Moam's feet. The two fell through, leaving their weapons behind above. When they landed, hand-to-hand combat took precedent as Demon let loose a flurry of masterful martial artist techniques and Moam had to make due with makeshift techniques he invented to counter Demon's stance.

The flames seemed to cackle at the contenders, growing even more violent as they danced. A demon grew within Moam, nourished by the bloodshed and cradled in the flames of hell. With a clear head and feelings of indecision gone, Moam managed to reach Demon and the two pummeled one another with cross counter after cross counter. Moam learned fast, but the battle had grown to a halting pace. They had expended their energies and time did nothing to bring victory closer to one of them. Both men reached their peak as the flames in the distance laughed so as to fuel the flames of their blood sport. The heat began to get to the men, and the smoke grew even thicker.

There was no time left and no tactics left to utilize. They both let their instincts take over. "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" "MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!". Fists clashed and the floor shattered under their outstanding power. The battled mid-air, and grappled one another to try and use one another as a break for their fall. They scuffled and broke one another off before they crash-landed on the floor below. The flooring had fallen to the floor and the building around them crumbled apart from the sheer intensity these two men had displayed. They both got up one last time, and Moam knew that this was going to be the end. They met with one final cross counter, and both men's shattered bones and spirit were amongst the scatterings of rubble that had surrounded them.

When they looked up, they realized their fight had gone on so long, that the announcer wasn't around anymore. In fact, the tournament wasn't even around anymore. Whatever Mr. Magic had planned, it seemed to crumble like the building they laid upon. They both got up again, this time with no incentive to finish one another off. They had come to respect one another, and they shook hands and laughed like old friends. They complimented one another's moves and war cries. As it turned out, they were both fans of the legend of Joseph Joestar and watched out for falling steamrollers. They became friends soon after, and Moam bandaged himself after the intense fight, noticing after looking in a mirror that he had started to look like the actual Sogeking.

Moam sought rest, and with the Keiichi Rogues being no bastion of health returned home. He hadn’t been back in so long, and returned a much more imposing figure. He was still a young gentleman, however, and enrolled in college after making a healthy comeback. Moam was free from clan obligations for the time being, the Keiichi Rogues doing nothing in particular. He had a satisfying fight and focused on other passions. He went back to his old books and reabsorbed the legends with a new perspective.

Moam rested easy the night after the fight, proud he had matched strength with a worthy adversary. Moam took a break from the clans and went back to a normal life for the time being. He found school to be a boring change of pace, and remembered how much he hated this way of life. The season of abundance came to bless the harvest, and the family ate a large turkey together. The only warmth he found that day was in the turkey, and he had become coldly distant even from his grandfather. He decided that he would ask him to re-train him in the ways of the Quincy, and that he would try harder this time.

He died that night. Not from a fateful final battle with an old foe, not from an assassination plot, not from anything that Moam could have prevented. The old soul died in his sleep from an illness he had kept secret. The family was devastated, and Moam had lost the person he felt closet to. Over the course of the funeral, Moam expressed regret after regret and felt an immense feeling of powerlessness. Any confidence he had in himself was shattered and Moam was a broken man without a shred of passion. He began to question the path he had taken in life.

Despite his shattered soul, Moam still had a responsibility to the clans first and foremost. The first was a meeting with Spyder to secure an alliance with the Keiichi Rogues. Moam wanted to set up training between the two clans, as the organization had become more of freeloaders than honored guests since entering the Keiichi Rogues subforum. Spyder, still bandaged from his fight with Hitsu, froze during the signing of the treaty, and Moam waited for days in the room. He kicked Spyder in the balls and went on his way when the standstill became permanent. Despite everything, Moam never hated Spyder, and thought he would grow as a leader like Hitsu had.

The second event was the Second Item War. Pineapple had put together another war under a new guise, and he gave items to various people. Moam obtained one orb, and devised a strategy with Martyr. They would offer themselves as defenders of the Seikazoku homeland. Moam expected Spyder to accept, feeling that they had nothing to lose if they were to fall. That was exactly what Moam wanted- it prevented the Seikazoku from attacking him and narrowed his enemies down. Moam, along with LockeRoberts and his friends, rode into the Seikazoku homeland on a low rider, with Low rider by War playing on max volume.

They waited patiently for opponents to show, but there were none to be found. Instead, Moam went to watch a fight between Pine and Crystal Higamuri. Moam watched from the distance, and remembered how Pineapple had spoken badly of Crystal in the past. Pine had taken on a new identity as “Jio Clocks”, an Espada and servant of the Gotei. Moam was disgusted by his friend’s transformation into a Hollow, and found satisfaction in his defeat to Crystal. He was arrogant and underestimated his opponent- securing his defeat before the battle even began. Pine managed to survive the fight despite his apparent demise and lingered on.

The Second Item War ended as suddenly as the first did, and found himself back at the Keiichi Rogues headquarters without much to do. He opened up a Soba shop and briefly commented on war and happenings around the clans. He found things had cooled down too much in the Rogues and it wasn’t to his liking anymore. He came into contact with Yoshiyuki again; whom he met years ago, and the two formed a friendship. Yoshiyuki had taken control of the KAFatsuki and Moam decided it was time to return.

KAFatsuki Redux:

Following her apparent demise (banning), Kan left the KAFatsuki in the hands of Yoshiyuki. Moam returned to the KAFatsuki and rebuilt the headquarters, skillfully utilizing every single last bit of experience he possessed. His determination to build a stronger KAFatsuki was led by an even stronger resolve to make things “right”. Memories etched in the past were closed and buried in the graveyard to make way for future ones.   

Wiping away the sweat, Moam wondered where the members who owned these memories had moved on. The man who loved to roam packed a large bag fit for the long haul, and resumed the life of a wanderer once again. His journeys took him far across the Naruto world, where he both caught and worked with criminals for subsistence. His talent with Jutsu improved during this time and managed to avoid getting killed during times of war.  Scattered across this world and its wars were the comrades he had left behind.   

There were those whose lives would only be ruined if they returned back to the fray. They had found peace, and Moam felt selfish to ask them to return. Others, like Suzaku Tenchi, had found their improved talents to be an advantage. It had been a year since Moam had last seen Suzaku, and no time had been wasted in perfecting his deadly art. Moam told Suzaku of the reformed KAFatsuki, and with the promise of Shinigami to kill, Suzaku agreed to return. The two hadn’t known one another well in the past, but Moam came to know Suzaku and understand him as a friend.

Moam retrieved all the comrades he could, and along the way had found a few new ones. Once he amassed his force, he apologized for the trouble he caused them in the past and vowed to never abandon the KAFatsuki again. Things seemed to go well for the new and improved KAFatsuki, but there happened to be a problem that would be the death of the KAFatsuki. Pineapple still held a place in the hearts of the older members and they wanted his return. Moam felt he would also need Pine’s knowledge to train the members.

Although Moam felt that Pineapple fell from grace, he told the members that he would bring him back. He didn’t intend to kill Pineapple; instead he wanted to give him a punch so powerful that not even his wooden body would be able to shield him from the pain. Moam trained briefly and used the knowledge Pine told about himself to Moam as the cornerstone of his strategy. Moam wrote to Pineapple, telling him of a challenge, and waited at the battleground for his reply.   

It was a crushing and utter failure. Pineapple never showed up. He committed suicide (self-banning) and was never heard from again. Moam was shocked that Pine had met his end in such a disgraceful manner, and felt he failed not only the KAFatsuki for not bringing Pineapple back, but also himself for failing to help a friend that needed his help.  Low morale loomed over the KAFatsuki following news of his demise and Moam grew depressed with the passing of his friend.

That wasn’t the only death Moam had to endure. There was another incident that involved a closer friend. Through deceit, Zeik was led to believe Moam had betrayed his trust and went berserk with fury. He was unable to be coerced and never stopped his rampage until the moment he was killed (banned). Moam doesn’t know the details of his demise, but wonders if his friend ever realized the truth of the matter before his end. When Moam is alone, he will occasionally ask himself, “What would Zeik expect from me?”

Again, Moam was to endure. His friendship with Martyr, who had changed his name to “Banzai”, was almost terminated. Remembering his days as ANBU, Moam had asked him to teach the younger members as something as a replacement for Pineapple. It backfired completely. Banzai’s loose tongue embroiled him with a quarrel with the members. Moam had promised his friend he would work with him to create a better clan world, and that they would need to train the next generation together. The ordeal was a complete nightmare for Moam. Moam talked with Banzai, and was forced to make a decision.   

Would he stick with his friend, or with his comrades? Would he remain grounded in the past or work with the KAFatsuki for the future? Is his loyalty to people who counted on him now stronger than the people he counted on in the past? Ultimately, he grew tired of these questions and chose loyalty to the KAFatsuki over the comrade he had helped and worked with in the past. 

They two shared harsh warnings for one another and left bitterly, walking over the shards of their friendship as they parted ways. Moam warned Banzai not to become like Hitsu and Spyder, and Banzai assured Moam he would leave the KAFatsuki like had with every other clan in the name of a “better clan world”. Moam felt that with either decision, he would let down a friend and had to question the very core of what he valued most. He began to introspect more.

Moam sat dazed and envisioned everyone else he had broken ties with. Banzai had just become a powerful enemy and wanted the blood of his members. Kan had left the world and didn’t understand Moam’s true intentions. He hadn’t spoken with Hyde in over a year and they stopped exchanging friendly letters of encouragement. Saint was nowhere to be seen and had no stake in the clans anymore. Axel hadn't spoken with Moam since the original betrayal. Taka was off dealing with matters of the personal sort and they hadn’t drunk together in quite some time. Hitsu was busy managing the Gotei and they had nothing to talk about. Not even Darkmatter was around to antagonize Moam.

Moam had truly felt that his heart had shrunk and his morale began to mirror the KAFatsuki’s.

He became disenfranchised with it all. “No more”, he said.

He walked out on it all and resumed his old life. He was still able to pick up where he left off miraculously, and wanted to move on. He enrolled in one more year of his schooling and shared his warrior life with no one. His heart was weak and he found no comfort in old memories. He began to get rid of all the books of legends he had collected over the years and led his clay statues to the trash. Things like heroism and the future generation didn’t have any relevance anymore, and he instead decided to take his grandfather’s words to heart and try to raise a family. It had suddenly taken new precedent.

He met a kind woman. Or rather, the woman came to Moam. Moam had a difficult time connecting with people due to his weak heart, but she forged the strongest bond Moam had ever had. After a long friendship, Moam became more personal and told her matters of his heart. She listened to every word and saw every tear. Moam felt she understood his pain and resolved to become a better person for her sake. The words of his grandfather echoed in his head, ““I could not hold my weapon and my family at the same time, so I made the choice of holding my family.”

With his weapon down, Moam could understand these words. He realized that it was a mistake to throw away his books and hurried to retrieve them. His books remained, but he had lost his other belongings. Moam studied the legends with renewed fervor and youth, and felt that he could understand the characters better and their words of wisdom genuinely. He trained even harder to rid his body of the illness he had slowly let eat him away. With its weight gone, he felt capable of doing even more.

But there came a time when he had to make a decision. He knew he loved this woman, and he knew he was capable of throwing away everything for her. He felt a fear in his heart for if she should die, and realized the dual relationship between love and fear. Yet, he had to fulfill his obligation to his comrades. His chose not to enter a relationship with her, and instead found happiness when she found happiness with a man who reminded him of his grandfather. He decided to hold his weapon a little longer, and resumed the life of a warrior. The nature of everything he had seemed to come across became clear to him while he traveled.

Before he left, he had matters at home to deal with. The family had fallen apart following the death. He hated what it had become; they were entangled over the money the kind old man had left behind for him. True to his word, he was a shrewd investor and saved enough money to argue over. Tired of their squabbles, he stole the money and ran off before telling everyone goodbye. He couldn’t return home anymore. He didn’t have a thing called a family anymore. But he felt that he had grown out of that house and family. He had family elsewhere- with the people he trained and fought alongside in the past.   

He had found a way to cheat his grandfather’s words. “Sorry grandfather, but the kind of family I have now is the kind that you can hold with a weapon.” He laughed and began to assess himself. Mentally he was as fit as ever, but physically he was lacking. He began to retrain himself and used the money he had stolen to fund his new fighting style. It was to be a culmination of everything he had learned in the past.

He created Kabuto 2, imbuing it with modern secrets and ancient weaponry. He had obtained the ancient dials of legend after purchasing them and used them to empower his martial arts. Now tied around his waist was an ancient-looking belt with ammunition pockets all around to replace the cumbersome bag he wore before. The Sogeking mask he once concealed himself with now rests on his right shoulder. From there, he worked on his capabilities with Jutsu. He had an on and off again relationship with the techniques, but was more capable now and was able to master the ones he needed.

His training was lonesome, until he remembered his grandfather. He realized he lived on his heart, and he remembered what it meant to be a Quincy. "Quincy. Those who shoot from their heart." His heart had been reforged, making his shot deadlier than ever before. He reviewed the old Quincy techniques he had failed to learn as a child and finally mastered the technique that had evaded him all the years back. He felt that that would be all he needed from the way of the Quincy, and wanted to move ahead instead of being stuck in the past. He took the tools his grandfather left behind for the battle ahead.

The final battle.   

Return of the Clans:

His return to the clans was not the kind he had hoped. He planned on taking down Hitsugaya and Spyder once and for all, but as fate would have it, both the Gotei and Seikazoku had met their end. The Seikazoku split up and the Gotei had fallen apart under the weight of the times. Moam realized these figures had passed, the times they were a changing’, and altered his plans accordingly, remembering his comrades.   

And that, is where his story begins....

Revolution: To create a world where every warrior can live in peace and have their dreams come true, granted they’re willing to fight for it.

Personality:

• A difficult individual to get to understand. Appearing to many aloof, eccentric, and detached from the world, he is in truth a conflicted individual. He finds it difficult to live up the standards he sets for himself and avoids making friends out of fear of failing them. He will only open himself fully to another when he feels he can make things “right”.
  
  
• Very introspective. What is apparent laziness is in fact a deep contemplative and meditative nature. Moam is more willing now than in the past to take risks, but still prefers to have a good idea of what he is going to do before he does it. He is also retrospective, and looks back on his past with disdain for failed opportunity on his part.
  
  
• Moam originally enjoyed giving out cheesy motivational speeches to his comrades, but has since become more reserved in what he says. He is still a dynamic soul, but is more mature in how he displays himself in all aspects. When he’s with younger individuals, however, his “Believe in yourself and forge your dreams with you own hands!” self resurfaces, occasionally.
  
  
• The food he enjoys- Potatoes, Bread, and Water- are bland. His favorite treat are orange Popsicles. He is a lover of dynamic music and can be found humming a song or two under his breath, his most favorite being Sogeking’ theme. Aside from loving the story of Sogeking, the stories of Captain Harlock, Joseph Joestar, Kamen Rider, Bokuto no Ryu, and Batman are among his favorites. He still loves space and wants to explore it once he is done with helping his comrades.
  
  

Unique Traits: Training in his youth to be a Quincy, he possess a wide knowledge of spiritual terminology and can see the spirits of the deceased. His stay in Soul Society allowed him to understand even more, and although not a Shinigami, he is versed enough to teach Kidou and Zanjutsu. He also has experience with controlling Vizard powers and the process of Hollowification. Moam has even mastered the process of making Gigais and sealing souls into them. His stay in the KAFatsuki has led him to understand Jutsu and has mastery over particular Jutsu. Everything, save for his clothes, he made himself. The embroidery of the Popsicle on his poncho was likewise his handywork, and serves as a reminder of his past.

Battle type: Technical, Long Range, Cunning Warrior.

Theme Song:Tenpei Sato- Battle Comrade

Name: Xi Vongola

Meaning behind name: XI is the roman numeral for eleven, and he was given it as a incentive to make him the eleventh boss.

Nickname: Vongola eleventh, eleventh

Meaning behind nickname: He is the top candidate for the eleventh vongola position.

Title Mr.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Class:  Vongola Candidate

Appearance: Short black hair and disinterested brown eyes. He stands at 6’5” and is a little skinny. Wearing a white collared shirt and black slacks. Occasionally he wears a black windbreaker. Underneath his shirt he has a long black line running down his back, shoulders and arms up to the wrist. His shoes are whitish silver with two angel wing emblems on the sides.

Personal History: Born to one of the previous candidates for the Vongola whom Xanxus and Tsuna overshadowed, his Mother was very intent upon having him become the next boss. So much so that she named him Xi, so that he shared the same name for the numerals for eleven. Though when he was younger he was very driven to become the next boss, after meeting the tenth he realized the difference between them and gave up. After many arguments he was finally kicked out of his house and sent to live elsewhere.

Attending school like a regular student, Xi focused on this. For a short time he played soccer in middle school, becoming a star player. Making descent grades by studying and having several friends, Xi showed enthusiasm in something. He even managed to bring his team to the championship. Fate, however, had quite another surprising event in store. On the night before the final match IT happened.

The Vongola were targeted by the Organization in an attempt to create heartless and nobodies with the Dying Will Flame. Because he was alone he was eventually tracked down and targeted. However, before the Organization could change him Benitaro called off the assault and withdrew. Upon seeing this Xi then set upon finding out the nature of the clans.

Staring down at the ruins of old empires long past and the havoc they wreaked upon the world Xi decided that the clans themselves were no good. Selfishly doing whatever they wanted in groups, he slowly grew to hate the clans. However, being powerless, he returned to his ordinary life. Though he dislikes the clans he doesn’t want to fight them. Living a skeptical life since that day, he has since then drifted through life without truly trying.

Benitaro, who had come to train Xi at the request of the Tenth, suddenly appeared one day. Claiming that he owed the Tenth a favor he strung Xi up and began training him. Though Xi showed initial resentment towards him he eventually began to warm up. Having heard Xi’s story, Benitaro decided it would be beneficial for Xi’s growth if he ‘started a revolution’, and forced Xi to join the Association.

Revolution: To eliminate the clans or stop clan violence and selfishness.

Personality:

• Xi hates everything he never wants to do anything about it. Having no real interest, he often times gives up before trying and tries to pass it on to someone else. Apathetic most of the time, he only hangs around with enough effort to get by. His most common phrase is ‘why do I have to do it?’ and he is in no club or activity in high school.
  
  
  
• Hates dealing with ‘troublesome’ conversations or people.
  
  
  
• Stubborn, often times refusing to listen to reason.
  
  
  
• Though somewhat inexperienced at fighting and will freak out if anything tries to hurt him, he will awaken his courage when someone else is at risk. He is lazy, troublesome, hardheaded and weak, but he is not irredeemable and will protect someone in front of him, especially if they are friends. Once he gets over his initial fear and starts feeling passionate about something a great power will awaken.
  

Unique Traits:

Blood of Vongola - A special trait passed down to each Vongola generation. It is also known as Hyper Intuition, and grants the recipient an enlightened sense of instincts. This allows a person to see through illusions, predict enemies movements, realize secrets and tricks behind techniques, and grasp new techniques easier. Although it is not omnipresence and does not work on machines it is still a revered technique.

Battle type: High speed areal based combat consisting mostly of close range kicks with a few mid range flame based attack.

Theme Song: Freedom by Abingdon Boy’s School (Song)

Name: Zero Firestorm



Meaning behind name: Zero is the online alias widely used by the player of the character, Firestorm describing what the character was designed to do



Nickname: Zero



Meaning behind nickname: Due to being widely overlooked almost everywhere he traveled online, he adopted the moniker Zero, to show his effect on whatever he went to



Title: Master Of Wave



Age: 26



Gender: Male



Class: Soldier- Hand To Hand



Weaponry: Weighted gloves and shoes, in addition to a variety of combat knives.



Appearance: Zero appears to be no less than a slob on most days, looking as if he caused dents in the earth when he walked. Zero is a very tall man, standing in at over 7'4", not to mention his insane hair, which, despite his best efforts, forms a wild mane around his head. With his icy blue eyes and pale white skin, it is apparent Zero doesn't get out much, and makes his obesity even more apparent. On an average day, Zero would be caught wearing no more than an extremely long pair of black cargo shorts, going down to his mid-calf. A very large and loose dark crimson t-shirt adorns his torso, with his thick hands crammed into glove that long ago had the fingers cut off. To hold the shorts up Zero uses a long nylon rope, wrapping it around his waist multiple times. On the rope around his waist Zero attaches the multitudes of knives, of various sizes, types, and appearances. Zero hardly ever wears shoes, but when he does, it's a very simple sandal, the only thing holding it on a wide strap over the top of his foot. When in battle Zero exchanges his ratted out gloves for a heavier, steel packed, pair, and his sandles for boots with steel plating on the outside.



Personal History: Before arriving on KAF for the first time, over two years prior, Zero had wandered aimlessly through cyberspace, fighting random people in chat rooms and on different forums, taking part in whatever other people's stories he could, leaving faint traces of him here and there, though as those people's stories went on and on, Zero found his traces going away, and finally decided he had to find a home somewhere on the Internet. Having been just a simple bystander in other's stories, he decided on a place to call home, a land called Keiichi Anime Forever. It took a while but he decided to partake of the land and joined the locals. Within a few weeks, Zero had friends, and was leaving bigger traces in their stories. However, for almost a year, the story continues plainly, Zero fought, struggled hard, was in stories, some of his own design, and finally found true friends in the members of the Seikazoku. However, only a few months after he joined, he was exiled from Keiichi Anime Forever, lost to the Seika's and to everyone else. For eight months Zero drifted along the paths of the Internet, losing all hope and interest in writing even the tiniest bit of story, his own or otherwise. But, as fate would have it, Zero was destined to return to KAF, and did so with the help of Tater-Kun. After apologizing to everyone on KAF and becoming on probation, Zero was back home, much to his joy and pleasure. He began writing again. It's been two months since then, and Zero has found his flame for his own story, this is it. The Chronicles of Zero.



Revolution: Zero's revolution, or dream as it were, is to make it so no matter what, everyone can write their own story, to live their life, and be remembered. He wishes the world to be a place of great knowledge, and strength, where soldiers are remembered and revered, and those that aren't have the same opportunity to write their own stories.



Personality: 

• Most of the time Zero is very fun loving and jokes around a lot.
  
  
  
  
• Though, at times he is extremely irritable, rash, and quite rude, going so far as to revert to the dreaded troll-speech he learned from his time on 4chan, to frustrate and anger everyone.
  
  
  
  
• In addition to those two extremes Zero is very thick headed, often times simply missing the entire point of a conversation due to apathy
  
  
  
  
• At the fourth end of this spectrum of human analysis, Zero can be very calm and logical, though this is rare, as he deems it too much effort.
  
  
  
  
  

Unique Traits: Pump Up, Channel Reinou, 

• Pump Up: Most of Zero's weight is excess energy that he stores up for battle. The energy is denser than fat, but not quite the density of muscle, but has to be stored like fat. Utilizing this energy, Zero can get an extreme boost to his abilities, and loses weight rapidly. 
  
• Channel Reinou, Zero channels the Reinou around him and within nearby objects to heal various wounds and create a medium strength barrier around him.

Battle type: Hand To Hand/Short Range

Name: Suzaku Tenchi



Meaning behind name: Vermillion Angel




Title: The Association's Medical Expert




Age: 26




Gender: Male




Class: Medical Ninja




Battle Type: Tenchi prefers close range combat, with his Mystic Palms Technique the slightest touch could be deadly. He is able to fight in mid-range however.




Appearance:

Tenchi stands at five foot five with a tendency to slouch slightly. He always wears his ANBU armour and mask, even now although he wears his Akatsuki cloak and hat over the top of it. Behind his mask is a mystery as he never takes his mask off. Tenchi's hair is reminiscent of a black porcupine as it points out in all directions in narrow black spines. Tenchi has a moderately toned body, but it's light and skinny so it makes dodging a breeze.

Revolution: Tenchi has little in the way of ideals for creating a utopia, he simply followed Moam out of loyalty and respect from their time serving together in KAFatsuki. His main interest is to see where this is all going, though he shares few aspirations with the group he is interested in how this whole venture will turn out.




Personality: 

• Tenchi is normally very driven to succeed but now he is content to sit back and watch as events unfold. However, he will step in to defend his team-mates or those who he cares for.
  
  
  
  
• He is usually calm and collected, thinking things through rationally, although sometimes he can act in haste.
  
  
  
  
• Tenchi is able to cut loose and enjoy himself, when he feels it's appropriate anyway
  
  
  
  
• More then anything Tenchi is compelled to be secretive. He has hidden his face ever since he left the academy, and never speaks about his past.
  
  

Unique Traits: 


• Knowledge of the Human Body - Tenchi knows better then anyone how the human body works and how to disrupt it using his medical techniques.
  
  
  
  
• ANBU Mental Training - Because of his time in the ANBU Tenchi is able to stay calm under pressure, while working out a strategy to defeat his opponent.
  
  
  
  
• Secret Technique - No information shared at this time -
  
  

Name: Darkmatter



Title The Freeshooter



Age: 16



Gender: Male



Class: Gunslinger



Appearance: Slim and of medium height. In combat, Darkmatter dons a black Organization XIII cloak with a hood.



Personal History: 



Early Days:

Darkmatter began his sordid career among a band of rogues known only as the "Mafiosi Mafia". MastrJ led these so-called Mafia members, who frequently converged to beat up mailboxes. Under the command of his friend and leader, Darkmatter and his fellow Mafiosi pillaged and raided retirement homes, post offices, Chinese restaurants and many other locales.



However, while the group enjoyed some amount of success and activity, its lack of structure and the eventual exile of its leader lead to its untimely downfall. 



After the departure of his friend and leader, Darkmatter found himself alone among a midst of many other battling clans that had popped up to take the Mafiosi's place. Among these feuding clans was a fruitily named Mango Monastery. During his brief tenure in the mentioned Monastery, Darkmatter had his first scrape with the leader of another clan; the Gotei 13.Hitsugaya Toushirou (Or just "Hitsu" to avoid copyright infringement), would come to be both a bitter foe and an unlikely friend to Darkmatter in the coming years. 



Needless to say, Darkmatter was on less than friendly terms with Hitsu at the time, and drew the Monastery into a conflict that would prove to be disastrous for it. Despite the Monastery's best efforts, the Gotei managed to ascend to the top of the clan rankings while the Monastery slowly began to sink. It was around this time that Darkmatter departed on one of his many unknown voyagers, of which little is known about.



When he returned, it was to find that his beloved Monastery had lost and that he was, once again, a master less warmonger. There were but a few clans that still stood, and the Gotei was, unsurprisingly, among them. Realizing the hopelessness of resistance, Darkmatter conceded defeat and offered his services to his former enemies.



Gotei 13:

Darkmatter served a brief period under the Gotei, who were relatively peaceful at the time, before once again embarking on another voyage. When he returned, he found that the Gotei had undergone a huge reshuffling, and that he had been stripped of his position and power. Unperturbed, Darkmatter once again offered his service to the Gotei, and was once again humored with a respectable rank with the hopes that he would carry out his duties well. 



Darkmatter, however, failed to live up to the expectations of his superiors. Repeated bickering with other Gotei members, frolicking with members of other clans and public criticism of the Gotei's modus operandi were only a handful of the "uncomfortable" activities that Darkmatter engaged in while still under the Gotei's rule. He unwittingly made himself too hot for the Gotei to handle, and his relationswith his fellow Gotei members, including Hitsu, began to strain. A brief period of peace was restored when Hitsu offered Darkmatter a new post. However, it was during this time that Darkmatter was dispatched to guard a Gotei outpost, a singular event that would eventually cause him to be ejected from the Gotei and seek refuge elsewhere.



For it was during this time that a war sparked by a creature going under the name of "Kawazoe". Kawazoe and his army of slinking, dark creatures -the "Heartless"- assaulted several key locations in the Clan Worlds, one of them being the Gotei outpost that Darkmatter was guarding. While Darkmatter was successful in defending his post, he eventually lost himself to the darkness and part of him was converted into a Heartless. What was left became a "Nobody" - essentially an empty husk that still had a mind and form but lacked human emotions. While Darkmatter's Heartless joined Kawazoe on his continued assault, his Nobody remained effectively neutral. However, the event of his turning into a Heartless/Nobody spelled the end for Darkmatter's Gotei career - The Gotei, already frustrated by his wild ways, took the chance to evict him for his apparent change in allegiance.



Organization 13”

While Darkmatter's Heartless met its demise at the hands of Raisurinu, Darkmatter's Nobody was already seeking a new clan to join. He eventually settled on joining Organization XIII, a team that was also comprised of Nobodies and one that he had made friendly contact with prior to being evicted by the Gotei. Upon entering the Organization, 

he was granted the rank of Number II, and given command of troops of rifle wielding Nobodies known as "Snipers". While his violent antics were a frequent source of grief for the Organization, Darkmatter tried to make himself useful to his new clan and thus joined other clans that he had friendly contact with, establishing himself as a diplomat and representative of the Organization.



Darkmatter proved, however, that no amount of power or comfort could hold him. Despite having secured a reasonable standing within the clans, he again embarked on another journey, without leaving so much as a notice to his Superior regarding its cause.



After his personal voyage had ended, Darkmatter retired from war and established a small mango orchard in an island to the south. For once in his life, Darkmatter was able to indulge in the benefits of a "normal" life and all it had to offer. It was during one of these peaceful and quiet days, however, that Darkmatter received a message from an old friend, telling him of the Organization's fall, and of the start of a new war ...



Revolution: To be on the "Winning side"; Having always been somewhat of a "clan-hopper", Darkmatter is anxious to see the day when he manages to stand among a clan that has achieved absolute victory over all others. To this end, he is willing to join any clan, and to do anything to ensure that the clan he's in emerges victorious from any conflict it involves itself in.



Personality:

• Eccentric - Darkmatter is undoubtedly an eccentric fellow. While he was with the Mafiosi, his favorite pastime was to brutally assault mailboxes. And while he was working with the Organization, he secretly adorned the walls of his room with colorful portraits of his past victims, often depicting them smiling while Darkmatter was chewing off one of their limbs. Prone to awkward, psychopathic rampages, his antics were partially responsible for his dismissal by the Gotei, and caused untold amounts of grief/bodily injury to his fellow Organization members.
  
  
  
  
• Disrespectful - Darkmatter is often disrespectful to his foes, underestimating their abilities and often belittling them in duels, and often ends up paying back for his lack of attention and respect in blood.
  
  
  
  
• Carefree - Both in and out of battle, Darkmatter has an airy, untroubled personality. However, his idea of “peace and relaxation” (which often involves sticking creatures on people’s heads and target practicing on them) causes both his friends and foes considerable distress.
  
  
  
  
• Artistic- Darkmatter enjoys finding new ways to use old corpses of enemies. Whether making statues from the left legs or paintings with their entrails, his morbid imagination is always find new ways to work. 
  
  
  
  

Unique Traits: Being a Nobody, the mere shell of a human being, Darkmatter lacks a “heart”. While he can 'feel' angry or happy or sad, he isn't truly experiencing these emotions, but recalling them from his past memories and re-enacting them. Like all Nobodies, he clings to the memories of his past life very tightly, as these are the only remnants of humanity that he still possesses. And like all powerful Nobodies, he is capable of opening portals to the “Dark Corridor” and summoning lesser Nobodies to do his bidding.

 

Theme Song: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni - Eiko Shimamiya

Name: Axel von Eisenheim

Nickname: Stein

Meaning behind nickname: “Rock”

Title Vizard di Germannia

Age: 89

Gender: Male

Class: Vizard

Appearance: Stein is six feet tall with two differently colored eyes. His right eye color is blood red, and his left eye color is sky blue. His hair is short and black, but he has a red beard, which is trimmed short for combat. His body type is lean but he is very defined in his muscle structure.

Axel wears a pair of dirty, cut blue jeans and a German soccer jersey shirt. He prefers to wear a pair of brown leather Birkenstocks, but will wear shoes if the weather is too cold. He wears a green Jacket, with the Maltese cross on the back and wears a watch on his right hand.

Personal History:

REAL WORLD:

Axel von Eisenheim was born in a small town in Bavaria during the late 1920's. His father was a Doctor while his mother raised him and his two other siblings. As he grew up, Axel was taught to be a doctor. However, rejecting his father's ideas for his child, Axel decided to learn foreign languages at the university in Munich. He lived in a very quaint apartment filled with a multitude books from the four corners of the Earth. For hours upon hours he would read and abuse his need for food and sleep in the sake of trying to understand the world as it was.

He read books like the Communist Manifesto, fairy tales from the Brothers Grimm, and Asian stories like the Journey to the West. Many times he quietly sat in a desk and neglected his friends to study. Months after his initial entrance into the university, and his solitude, Axel found the one thing that all humans need… Love. She was a small, brown haired girl from Bruxheim, and was one of the very few women to be in the university at the time. He and the girl (He has forgotten her name) met in one of the math classes they had and instantly hit it off.

He learned how to love, and for a while he was happy. He finally proposed to her on a slightly warm November day after 4 years of courting. She said yes and they got married in a Christian church. Soon after that he was able to receive his masters and, with his wife, traveled to Japan to finish his dissertation. He studied the Japanese like he did one of his books and the thought of staying in Japan was strong in his mind, but his visa expired and he had to return to his native country.

When he returned, Axel found that the land he had loved had changed. Red flags hanged from every house and apartment, and the people walked with a national pride that made him feel happy too. But soon the day came when he returned from the university; he was a professor then, and found two police officers in his house. Asking them why they were there, they gave him a response that shattered his world, “Mein Herr, we are here for your wife.” It turned out that during all his studying he had neglected to study the new laws. Asking why they were coming for his wife, Axel found the truth that his wife was actually a gypsy and with the new law, Gypsies, Jews, and Homosexuals were to be relocated to another area.

Begging for them not to take his only happiness, the men took her away. Furious, Axel went to the police office near the apartment and asked if there was anything he could do to keep his wife from being relocated. The officer smiled and handed him a sheet. Asking what it was, his reply was, “We are looking for soldiers of German pride. You join and we will release your wife.” Axel had no choice; he loved his wife and wanted to keep her safe, and signed the document. Five days later Axel was sent to a military training academy where he learned the basic instincts. After a month in training, Axel became a private and was shipped off to the infantry division.

He was stuck in a group of 5 people that was apart of the 11th division infantry division. He respected his sergeant, he was a former professor of literature, and they got along very well. Later that month, his platoon was sent to the eastern front to take the capital of Poland, Warsaw. Armed with a MP40, Axel killed his way through the city and his platoon were the first of many to capture the capital building. Their success was rewarded with a promotion of their rank. Axel was promoted to Corporal but to his horror, received a letter from a friend that his wife had died to Tuberculosis. Axel’s world was shattered once again and fell into a bout with depression.

He started to chain smoke and drank heavily. His sergeant noticed his pain and successfully pulled him out of his depression. A year and a half later, His platoon was forced to go invade the communists under code name Operation Barbarossa. Making it through the first town, Axel did something that crushed his soul. He found two Jewish children hiding in a cellar. He pulled the children out of the cellar and asked what he should do with the children. His Sergeant told them that, “They were useless scum. Execute them.” Axel responded by pulling out his pistol and shooting both of them in the back of the head. Being numb from his disappointments in life, he did not feel anything about the shooting. He realized that in war people do things that they don’t want to do and decided to deal with his transgressions later.

Once again Axel packed his things and his platoon headed farther into the communist regime. Stalingrad was the last city that Axel would see in his miserable life. Bombs, constant sniper attacks, and the murders of the innocents, his conscience slowly grew stronger as the temperature dropped. Then one day, for saving his sergeants life, he earned the Iron Cross and was promoted to sergeant. December was a very cold month for Axel. His coat was not warm enough and no matter what he did, his body shivered for warmth. After a daily patrol around the barricades, Axel relaxed on a broken side walk as his body shivered for the last time, asking god for forgiveness.

SOUL SOCIETY:

Axel woke up from his sleep to find himself not on the battlefield, but in a meadow of very high growing grass. He was still very cold and looked down to see his guns missing from their holsters. His uniform, which mostly consisted of slapped together leather and buttons, was fully intact. Axel got up from his position and started to walk. He walked for what seemed like an eternity. At night he would find a small grove, build a fire, and sleep. In the morning, he would dust himself off, find a road and start walking again.

As he walked through the different climates, he thought about his life during the war and would cry frequently as he walked from place to place. Then one night after building a fire, a young girl who couldn’t be older than 16 ran into the campsite yelling for help. Axel wondered why she wore strange clothing he had seen in Asia but before he could ask, two men with swords barged into the campsite. They demanded the women because she was their “person”. Axel snapped and went on to murder the two men and buried their bodies in a quick grave.

He then asked the girl where she came from and when she told him, they walked to a rundown orphanage with dirty children of different races. Axel was shocked in the conditions they lived in and decided to stay with the children. He, with the children’s help, fixed the house and began to slowly but surely forgave himself and started to love them like the children he never had. Alas, His happiness would go away just like it did in the real world. As he was gathering firewood, the comrades of the two men locked the children in the house and burnt it to the ground.

Axel returned to see the group of people laugh hysterically at the burning wood and flesh. Axel became disturbed and heard a voice in his head screaming kill them. He agreed with his insanity but asked how. Then the sudden urge of empty darkness came over his body. His blood felt just as cold as the winter in Stalingrad, it became too much for him as he blacked out. Waking up on the ground with hands drenched in blood, Axel saw the ashes of the children and the mutilated tissue of the gang. He was overwhelmed with emotion and started to cry.

He cried for an hour until he felt a broken piece of ceramics stuck in his hair and saw a knife stabbed in the ground next to his right hand. Composing himself, He brushed off the ceramics and slipped the knife in a sheath that was mysteriously on his belt. Axel looked at the charred ruins of the house, said a prayer, and started to walk again on a nearby road heading to a heavily populated area. After a couple days of walking, a feeling that he had not felt in a long time stuck his being… hunger. Axel noticed a small noodle shop next to a giant white wall. He purchased his meal with money he had found on the road and stared at the wall.

The people walking in the city wore kimonos of black fabric and had an air of arrogance among them. After 30 minutes of waiting Axel ate his meal, but was interrupted when two of the black clothed men carrying swords commanded him to take another seat. Angry and exhausted, Axel refused and the men became angry. The men challenged him to a fight and Axel accepted. A crowed gathered and the fight began. One of the men rushed into the fight with his sword drawn. Axel looked at the man and drew his knife, once the man was within targeting range; he threw his knife into the skull of the first man. The second charged in just the same and tried to strike down on the German Soldier.

Axel nearly dodged the attack, grabbed the man’s arm and broke it at the elbow. The man lay on the ground in pain as Axel walked over to the first victim and removed the knife from the broken skull. The man begged Axel to spare his life. Axel looked at the man and knew his nationality was Japanese and laughed, “Your begging for your life? I thought the Japanese died with honor.” Leaving it at that, Axel stabbed the man in the throat and let his blood trickle onto the dirt.

Axel then returned to his bench and finished his noodles. Leaving the shop, Axel was contacted by a mysterious Shinigami carrying no sword whatsoever. The man was called Moam, and told Axel he had great potential. Moam told him that with talent like his he could join the Gotei 13. Slightly interested, Axel and Moam walked down the road and talked about the possibilities.

SHINIGAMI ACADEMY:

A day later Axel entered in to the Shinigami Academy with a newfound passion for justice in the world. There he worked on his studies like he did in the university. He learned the ancient techniques of different swordsmen, and the spells that Shinigami could use to destroy evil. He abused his body and passed out on the training floor constantly. However, his hard work was rewarded with not only the top grades in the beginners’ class but graduated in the first year of entry. Axel was then recommended to become the vice-captain in the 4th division of the Gotei 13… with a special recommendation from Hyde and Moam.

GOTEI 13:

The First day in the division was not a very pleasant 24 hours for Axel. His immersion into the studies of the Shinigami hindered his social skills. His initial membership left many of the men underneath him, questioned his early graduation as an act of cheating. They ostracized Axel to the point where the only friend he had were the numerous books in his room. His quarters, like his former room, had books with a multitude of volumes with different languages and cultures. However, it was not always about languages, many afternoons he would use the practice grounds to train and hone his skills.

Then one afternoon a squad member from the 11th division teased one of Axel’s comrades. Axel grabbed his arm and twisted it in a wrong direction, breaking the belligerent’s arm. The people Axel worked with started to respect him and get to know him more. Alas the grievances against him for his outburst sent him to the real world. During his stay in the real world, Axel met and fought a rowdy ninja named Zeik. They battled and the victor was Axel. Axel was about to deliver the deathblow when he stopped and realized it was not his job to kill the living. Instead he cut a shallow but deep enough scratch on the ninja’s neck to give him something to teach humility.

Leaving him in the valley broken and almost dead, Axel walked to his former country… Germany. He looked at the modern people and their ignorance of their heritage. Axel continued to patrol sector 12, Eastern Europe, for almost 2 years. However, before the time he was supposed to return to soul society, Axel met an Arrancar in Stalingrad. The former city where he died was now the city which he found love. The Arrancar’s name was Anzhela. She was an Arrancar that had left Las Noches to escape her superior. She was tired of the abuse and left to try and live among humans. They both had miserable lives and so they were perfect for each other. Axel left Anzhela in Stalingrad to report his findings and battle about Zeik.

When he returned he was promoted to the captain of the 11th infantry division. Mildly happy about his growing career, Axel had twice the work and less time to sneak off to the real world. But he made time to go back to the human realm as much as a month at a time. But Axel’s life would once again take a turn for the worse, as Anzhela’s superior came back to find her and kill her for leaving. Axel happened to be with her in their small apartment in Berlin when a ferocious battle ensued. The superior had a strength that Axel had never face and soon found him about to die. Before the final strike, Anzhela jumped in front of the blue cero, saving Axel. He crawled towards his lover, crying over her half dead body.

Anzhela looked at him and confessed that she wished they had more time because she loved Axel with all of her heart. Axel broken and beaten down as memories of the lives he had seen killed by natural causes, war, and him, flashed in front of his face. He suddenly lost consciousness and woke up again with a full plaster hollow mask on his face. Throwing the mask off his face, Axel looked around to see that 14 square blocks of buildings had been destroyed and 15 Shinigami Officers surrounding him so that they could incarcerate him. Taking him into custody, Axel was sentenced to death without a trial because of the growing strife in Soul Society. Axel refused the sentence and broke free from the prison only to be confronted by the one and only Hitsugaya Toshiro.

After a very brief conversation, swords were drawn and after using all of his strength, Axel this time passed out but woke up seconds later with a mask on his face and insanity bubbling in his conscious. Despite Axel’s great strength, he was not able to defeat Toshiro and in a moment of genius faked his own death. Able to gain access to the portal, Axel ran from Soul Society to the human world. Once he was there he walked through the streets until he was approached from a familiar figure. This Figure had aged, for the better, and looked completely different but his Reiatsu was just the same.

Moam and Axel talked in Axel’s old apartment for about one day straight before Moam gave him a gigai with a special ability to cloak spiritual pressure. Asking what he needed to do to return this favor, Moam replied, “Just be ready for when I need you.” Taking this new membership into something different, Axel used his gigai and armed himself with a new weapon. Axel converted an old Mosin Nagant Rifle, to be able to shot concentrated and untraceable Reiatsu in the form of a bullet, much like the Quincy. After months of shooting hollows, Axel felt a pressure that was sure to be moam, asking him for his services.

Revolution: Axel wants to see the Downfall of Arbitrary Governments. After living in both a Nazi military and an oligarchy-dictatorship, He finds that there is no place in the world for a controlling government.


Personality:

• Axel has endured much hardship, suffering, and loss in his existence, and feels that having gone through all of that has given him a firm understanding of whom he is. Still, he doesn’t have many friends, and much less anyone to talk about his problems with. He doubts himself and questions his existence often.
  
  
  
• Not exactly the most social of individuals. Axel is quiet, but when he speaks, he is thoughtful in his responses. He is eager to make friends, but often places too much trust in them too soon, becoming depressed when they let him down.
  
  
  
• Although he doesn’t talk much, Axel will share with you his opinion on matters you ask him about. He has an easier time being social if he's approached rather than the other way around. Given the right circumstances, he's capable of being social.
  
  
  
• Above all else, Axel values loyalty and honesty.
  
  

Unique Traits:

Vizard Mask: Fukumen no Oukamihito (Veil of the Werewolf)

Zanpakuto: Monosabishii Okami (Lonely Wolf)

Battle type: Axel fights in a close to medium combat range and is trained in the martial arts of Krav maga, Taekwondo, and Kendo. He likes to take things as they come but deep down he has a reason and a plan for doing the things he does.

Theme Song: Traumst du by OOMPH

Name: Kev Toyushima

Meaning behind name: Birth Name

Nickname: Yoru Kishin (Dark Nobleman)

Title The Lone Wolf

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Class: Kidou Caster  

Appearance:

Personal History:  

Gotei 13:
Kev Toyushima was a former Shinigami of the Gotei 13. Kev died at a relatively young age and was quickly passed through Shinigami Academy as the Gotei 13 became desperate for recruits. He held the humble seat of the 2nd Division's 4th Seat and worked overtime in other times to compensate for the trouble the Gotei was facing. Unfortunately, the Gotei 13 collapsed and Kev had nowhere to turn but the world he had protected. He had no plans for the future, but took a liking to Karakura Town and decided to live there for the time being.

Normal Life:
A spirit form would make things difficult, so he contacted an expert on Gigai production to create a particular Gigai for him. The Gigai allows him to still release spirit energy and his remembered kidou arts. Unable to use his Zanpakuto while in his Gigai, he had it destroyed and used the fragments to create his new weapon: The Crimson Blade, the key. Kev’s new talents are yet to be discovered, but with a new chance, Kev wants to represent his own form of justice, his own way.

Revolution: Kev is a relatively young warrior and has had little time to ponder what it is that motivates him to fight. He has no revolution to fight towards, and hopes to find something as he joins the Association

Personality:

• Kev is a generally quiet individual with a calm demeanor. Despite his youth, he is rather serious and considers all his moves before acting in any situation. It was these traits that allowed him to pass through Shinigami Academy quickly.
  
  
  
• Kev is a person without knowledge of his past or future. It's because of this that Kev realizes that he can create any future he wants, and carefully plans out his path in life.
  
  
  
• Kev finds himself struggling to understand his humanity. He can't help but feel like he lost something important as he became a spirit. With his Gigai, will his choices be enough to find what he's looking for?
  
  
  
• His favorite food is Pizza. He likes very loud rock music, mostly what cancels out other noises, making him good at lip reading. The only thing he really remembers from his youth are the heroic toys he used to play with and eventually discarded once he felt they were too childish.
  
  
  

Unique Traits: None publicly available

Battle type: Close range fighter, Tactical Kidou caster

Theme Song: Rush By UVERworld

Name: Damon Gardea

Meaning behind name: Named after his father so literally speaking he’s Damon the second.

Nickname: “Dah-mon”

Meaning behind nickname: Moam is the only one calling Damon by this name as a reference.

Title The Rising Blade

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Class: Hyrbid Swordsman

Appearance: (Coming soon!)

Personal History:

The Early Days
Damon was born into a rather normal family. His mother and father supported the interest his showed in the sword at such a young age. He showed little interest in anything else, making few friends and keeping to himself and his training. He was not a genius with the blade, but his parents supported his obsession because of the hard work and pride he put into walking the path of mastery. By the age of 12, he had set his sights on mastering the sword and left his family in search of combat. 

Damon vowed to never return until he mastered the blade, and found the site of a war going on between rivaling factions. Making his own clan, the Selkies, he battled the likes of the Waffle Empire and the Mafiosi Mafia. Looking for allies, Damon invited his only friend Yahiko to form a clan, the Shinigami Clan. Eventually, his friend's clan grew more powerful and he yielded. Yahiko invited Damon to join his clan, and Damon joined the Gotei 13 as it had become renamed.

The Old Wars:
Damon was appointed second-in-command under Hitsugaya, and had to undergo the process of Shinigamification. His old body sustained an injury that crippled him, preventing him from reaching his dream. The Gotei 13 gave him another chance to perfect the blade, and he wasted no time. He socialized little, and his youth surprised the others, who had existed far longer than his meager 13 years. His dedication won him the respect of his peers, even if he seemed a little clueless at times. Hitsugaya gave the youth personal lessons in swordsmanship, and they adopted one another as brothers.

However, his youth and zeal for combat began to guide his actions, and he left the Gotei 13 to become a member of the KAFatsuki. He felt he wouldn’t surpass Hitsugaya if he worked under him, and desired to learn from his enemy. He was appointed Shu Ring bearer by Sasori/Pineapple, and was given a gift by the puppet master: A perfectly preserved body of a Juuketsushita Sukin bloodline user. Damon was sealed into this body by Pineapple and fought as an assassin against Frostburn in the First Item War, beating the respected warrior, but deciding that the match was truly a tie upon retrospect. 

Damon grew tired of the KAFatsuki and felt that he wouldn't perfect the sword under them, so he returned to the Gotei 13 and hid his new body for another day. He was then appointed the Seventh Division Captain, and Damon continued to train to perfect his swordsmanship, until an event occurred within the Gotei 13 that sparked the creation of a new clan. Damon didn't pay attention to the details of the matter, instead focusing on the sword, but by the end of the day the Seikazoku was born and many Gotei members had left. 

Feeling he learned all he could in the Gotei, Damon left, in search of new employment. He came into contact with a man called “Moam", who he had met in both the Gotei and KAFatsuki. Moam befriended the youth, and they went to uncover the body he had used while in the KAFatsuki. Moam helped Damon back into the body with his knowledge of Jutsu, and Damon asked Moam if he would help him walk the path of mastery.

Moam began to teach the young swordsman the meaning behind the sword. Although not a Kensei himself, he was wise enough to help Damon across the road of mastery. Flcl created his own unique techniques under Moam's tutelage, and began to form his own style- The Demon's Blade. Damon tested his blade in the Second Item War, without using Juuketsushita Sukin, against Dragonicsoul, and prevailed over his adversary. Damon felt his was closer to his goal of mastering the sword, and Moam told him there was nothing more for him to teach.

Damon then joined the Seikazoku, where he found his Seirei, Tetsudai. Tetsudai, as it turns out, was a Juuketsushita Sukin user as well. Damon experimented with utilizing the power of Seireis, and focused less on swordsmanship and more on utilizing the full power of Tetsudai. The Seikazoku eventually disbanded, and Damon was on his way again in search of mastery, this time with a companion. Damon would combine what he learned over the years into his final fighting style.

The Association:

Unfortunately, the old clans had fallen out of existence, and Damon had nowhere to turn. There were no wars to be fought, and Damon faced the realization that perhaps the days of the warrior had come to an end and contemplated if he truly had mastered the sword. Damon was within Death's cold, skeleton grasp until Moam came to his aid. Moam had realized he forgotten to teach Damon something, and had him confront the family he had left behind years ago.

The reunion shocked his family. They didn’t recognize their son, but Damon explained what had happened and tearfully thanked his family, apologizing for the hell he put them through. Moam explained that there was no shame in returning despite not having mastered the sword. He told Damon, that sometimes the paths we walk take us through the past. We fear being stuck there, but so long as we have the heart to walk through it, we will become stronger. Damon had returned a more mature individual, and left an even more mature one. 

Damon was told by Moam the state of the clans, and wondered what was left for the two of them to do. Damon gave Moam the idea of forming a clan, and together they formed a new clan. Damon had once again been given another chance to perfect the blade, and the burden lifted from his shoulders gave him some hope that he would make it this time.

Revolution: Damon wants to create a world where the art of swordsman flourishes.

Personality:

• Damon has always been a kind-hearted boy who tried to make friends, but everyone ridiculed him and his obsession. After an incident he stayed silent and speaks to only few.
  
  
• Since Damon is obsessed with only one thing, his swordsmanship, it makes himself straight-minded, only wanting to obtain mastery, meaning to others who don’t know him well, it appears as though he is as serious as a closed clam.
  
  
• Because of his loneliness and avoidance, this has made Damon basically sarcasm-less, so not only does he not understand jokes very well, he takes them very seriously believing they are to be of offense towards him.
  
  
• Damon as mentioned before is a very quiet boy, except to a few close friends, he doesn’t talk because he doesn’t want himself to make mistakes by saying the wrong thing.
  
  

Unique Traits:

Damon’s traits have all been resolved from his time in the clans.

• ‘Speed’ from the Soul Society
  
• ‘Precision’ from the KAFatsuki
  
• ‘Technique’ from the Keiichi Rogues
  
• Strength’ from the Seikazoku
  

All of these traits came together to create Damon’s own style, as well as the help from others that he met along his journey to mastery. 

Damon’s body belongs to the Juuketsushita Sukin bloodline.

Battle type: Close range

Theme Song: Battle 1 (Final Fantasy Mystic Quest) - Hellion Sounds

Name: Kyle

Nickname: Le Stelle

Meaning behind nickname: "Star"

Title: Kinesis Brawler

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Class: Keeper of the Arcana

Weaponry: None

Appearance:

Personal History: For as long as he can remember, Kyle has always been a wanderer. His travels have brought him to almost every country in the world, due to a driving urge to learn from within himself. It has been his duty and destiny to seek out and record the people who make up the 78 Destined of the Arcana, as he is the Star of the Major Arcana. He either doesn't remember, or doesn't reveal, his family name or past to anyone.

Revolution: Discover and record the identities of the 78 Destined of the Arcana.

Personality:

• Confident: His training in many martial arts has formed his speech to carry a very straight forward tone to it. He is not afraid to speak something that's on his mind, as long as he wants them to know.
  
  
  
• Knowing: Much of what he says comes off like a teacher speaking to a student. This comes from his experiences from traveling, as he is very knowledgeable in the ways of the world and wishes to pass on that knowledge to all.
  
  
  
• Prejudice: He has a loathing for those who name their techniques using the Japanese language, when they themselves have no connection to the country.
  
  
  
• Unbiased: Traveling to a number of countries has allowed him to see many different views. As such, he tends to be unbiased on many issues unless he has seen both sides of it.
  
  
  
• Collector: His association with Tarot cards created an interesting obsession with Collectible Card Games. As such, he has an inhumane amount of games in his collection, and is always adding to them as new expansions are released.
  
  

Unique Traits:

• Fortune Telling: Tells a person's future through a Tarot reading.
  
  
  
• Tarot-portation: Creates a portal that looks like a giant Tarot card to teleport to another location he has already visited. Cannot be used during combat.
  
  

Battle type: A mixture of martial arts with elemental manipulation.

Theme Song: Northern Lights by Megumi Hayashibara