Keiri Aozora Hogosha

This OC is WIP. However, this profile is in its late development stage and may be reviewed. Go ahead.

Description Summary
WIP

Additional Info
Aura Colour: Dark Blue

Pronounciation: Kay-REE Ow-zorr-AHH Hog-OH-sha

Combat Discipline: Divas Virtus, Various

Combat Style: Offensive, usually attacks first, sometimes utilizes creativity to offset disadvantages gained during battle.

Semblance: Similar to Reiku's Semblance, Keiri's Auric potency and quantity is boosted, but the effect is weaker. However, she enters into something that is similar to a "Berserk" state, in which her attacks hit with more force while her overall reaction time decreases somewhat. Like Reiku's Semblance, Keiri's can only be activated once and while under an extreme amount of stress. Recharging it requires her to enter a state of REM sleep but the activation method is automatic.

Personality
Being a troublesome twin of Reiku, it's a little clichéd to say that she is the polar opposite of him in terms of personality. She actually isn't, but in most cases she is. No, really. She is.

Keiri somewhat has the personality of a determined, adrenaline-loving rebel with a quirky vocabulary that would throw most people off kilter. She usually prefers "I DON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!" rather than "Yes...ma'm". Outgoing and sometimes talkative, she retains a positive attitude most of the time, though she'll wear the appropriate expression when necessary (that doesn't mean she'll act somewhat immature, however). Her laid back personality along with occasional moments of joviality often comes out as "lazy" and "very ignorant to any situation and the world around her". However, productivity comes out in bursts - one moment she's writing furiously on that essay that's been assigned today (ugh, BORING) and the next moment she's laying around in bed with her headphones on (MUCH better), ignoring the world around her.

Her attitude towards situations usually leans toward the positive end, always looking for the bright side of things. During these times, she often stays rather Arctic-cool and calm toward them. In combat, she's usually enthusiastic and even a little cocky at times, often teasing her opponents or provoking them like a bullfighter and a bull. Just don't mess with her valuables, though, as she can get rather...defensive. As in she broke someone's wrist at one point for touching her weapons without permission. Don't even think about it.

Keiri's overall personality is positive, outgoing, determined, adventurous, and somewhat rebellious; she also can occasionally fall victim to her own emotions (though this doesn't mean she's emotionally unstable).

Appearance
Similar to her brother, Keiri doesn't take her looks as a priority (unless when going to a formal event) and prefers to wear something casual. Unlike Reiku, however, she doesn't mind going a little more wild with her appearance. Her jet-black hair is your typical, meduim-long chopped haircut; shaggy and messy-looking but actually quite tidy, bangs swept to her left - concealing most of an eye - and flowing stright down her left shoulder, ending just at just-above-breast length; the ends of them dyed in a shade of blue that matches her piercing yet friendly, playful eyes. The hair covers a subtle scar on her left eye that travels diagonally from the top left down, an eternal wound that serves a reminder of her violent, bird-in-a-cage past...

Don't remind her of it.

Switching subjects, her outerwear consists of mainly clothing that would easily blend into a crowd of your stereotypical teenagers but with a little more flare. For her top, she usually wears a simple, black and blue full zip-up hoodie (she prefers to keep it open) with an obsidian cropped t-shirt that shows off her midriff, its sleeves falling off both of her shoulders should the hoodie be removed. On her hands reside nothing but your standard ebony leather fingerless gloves. Matching tight short-shorts are her choice for her bottoms, while sneakers, equal in design, are her prefered selections of shoes. Her trademark, like Reiku, is a pair of black over-the-ear headphones with blue decals decorating them.

Backstory
WIP

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean we have a choice. But there isn't one if she's going to live..."

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Keiri started off her life in a shady, unkempt foster home, her true parents unknown. The place was quite intimidating for her, growing up in a place where things were fought and competed over. There was a sense of heiarchy, where the kids who won the most battles would reign while Keiri would be somewhere down the bottom due to the shy, inferiority-complex the "superiors" induced upon her. For that reason she didn't bother fighting back the ordeals she faced. She didn't need to grow up to ponder about who her parents were and why they'd abandoned her. Her life had already started off low, and would only go lower as she received numerous bruises and cuts and broken bones. The volunteers there didn't bother to help out as the children became not only scarred on the outside but on the inside, the building itself producing its own death toll.

One day, she had just turned thirteen. And according to the higher-ups, anyone who had entered their teenage years must go through an initiation. She had several options, but the bullies decided to choose for her...

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I saw it in his eyes. The malicious, carnal intent that held itself beneath violent, furious irises. He towered over me, his shadow cast upon my figure half the size of him. It was clichéd, I suppose, but the truth mustn't stray anywhere into the land of the lies. With his fists tightly clenched, I hoped he would simply cave my head in.

No.

He knew that I would simply take it as if it was nothing. He knew me. He knew of my ordeals. But his intentions shifted somewhere else. He had no intention of simply injuring me; I knew it the moment his hands clutched my shoulder, bringing me down face-first with one, powerful swing. The boy wanted to not only damage my body but to damage my soul itself. He, too, was furious at his parents forsaking him. But, unlike me, he dealt with his anger in a more...intimate fashion.

From the ground he grappled me and slammed my body to the wall, and from there he violently tore my clothes from me. I wouldn't mind a little physical beatdown.

But this...

This, I simply couldn't accept it.

So I attempted to fight back. I turned around to face my aggressor and threw my fist hard against his midsection. He doubles over, but it didn't do much other than anger him more. He throws his gigantic body at me, eyes wild with fury, and points a knife at me. I was determined to prevent his victory, so I managed to shove him off, desperately sprinting for the door. His hand met my shoulder and I swing around, only to have his knife take a malevolent slice at my eye.

It left behind my souvenir of this place.

Now, I was about to give his.

I lunged at him with all my might, the unstoppable momentum of my will charged up in one massive tackle. I manage to bring him to the floor, swiping the knife from his hand. From there, my violence was mirrored upon him, impulses taking hold as my ears were filled with the sickening squelch of the blade repeatedly tearing apart flesh. Thirteen years of pent up anger finally unleashed on this man...

It was done.

My hands bloodstained, the bully maimed to an unrecognizable mess on the already filthy floor, my body shaking like a Class 10 earthquake on the Richter Scale. My lungs took in greedy, panicked breathes of air, my heart wanted to break out of its cage. Or just plain break. It was a sight I couldn't bear to see. And it was a sight that could throw me in juvenile detention of the Vale Police Department. Sure, this foster home that I call "hell" wouldn't care about some death by suicide, or its psychologically scarred patrons. But a murder? That would definitely send a massive wake up call to the staff. So I fled the place, blankets covering my ashamed, naked body as I searched for a safe haven to hide myself...

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Keiri eventually found some old, tattered threads inside a clothing donations box, something casual to allow her to blend in with the crowd. For several weeks she relied on soup kitchens and temporary housings with willing residents to take her in. Eventually, her luck seemed to change when a couple decided to bring keep Keiri as their own adopted daughter. The girl was ecstatic. It seemed as if heaven had finally endowed itself upon her life; the parents treated Keiri like she was one if their own, like she actually mattered to them. From there, she was homeschooled, due to her age. And her performance was quite above-average for someone who was supposed to go to school seven-or-so years ago. Things were really going well for Keiri.

However, it wasn't before long until this peace faded into an atmosphere that mirrored that of the foster home.

The couple became too attached to her, and grew overly protective of the girl - the result of a loss that took place recently. Or rather, a runaway...

The parents did not want to lose another one of their own, and so Keiri only rarely had her eyes actually feast the world beyond the confines of her own home. And soon the elder pair began pushing her in an increasingly aggressive manner in regards of her education, constantly yelling and screaming at the poor soul to do even better at her tests. The heaven she once thought was true only turned out to be a thin veil of lies, replaced with the nightmare that was brought upon the previous child before her that fled.

It was hell.

And she regretted leaving her previous residence.

Maybe this was even worse...a beatdown was more frequent than at the foster home due to her parents' extremely high expectations of her - a decent grade was never enough.

She desperately wanted to leave this hellhole...but where would she go? Would anyone else take a runaway? In this city, she disliked her chances. And so she allowed Stockholm Syndrome to settle in...

Keiri was trapped in a cage once more, its vice stronger and fiercer than before.

It was only six months later did someone finally possess a key to unlock the cage...

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My sky-blue crystals held their sad yet unwavering gaze to the outdoors, my body moulded into the chair on the terrace. The plastic enclosure kept my attempts of escape at bay, the only way my ears pick up the sound of the birdsong outside are the numerous two-by-two inch openings covered with a metal insect mesh. The outside world seemed to mimic my mood with its overcast skies, the sun piercing through the clouds. It's clichéd, I know, but the birds...their chirps and notes were the embodiment of the hope I wish I had, an abrasive surface to set the proverbial match alight.

My lungs take in a breathy sigh, an attempt of blowing away the boredom and stress that plagued me. I try to sleep and enjoy the sounds of the birds, and so I allow the darkness that is my eyelids to consume my vision...

Thud.

My eyes open slowly, the few seconds of peace were shattered when the soothing, silky notes of the birds' tunes were temporarily interrupted by the sound of nearby feet landing on the edge of the terrace.

Wait...what?

My hand quickly reached my mouth to suppress the outbound scream, sky-blue eyes now flared out in surprise.

"Hello." The man spoke as he waved kindly at me, his feet planted in such a way that he stood on the impossibly thin platform that was naturally formed when the enclosure was constructed.

I was amazed at his presence, with contradictory emotions of fear and shock entwining themselves from within me. My words stumbled out in high-pitched squeaks.

"H-how are you-"

"Shhhh..." The man shushed. "I doubt your parents would enjoy the sight of me talking to you."

I silently nod out of agreement, but emotions of fear and nervousness still lace my mind. As a result, questions and worries begin invading my head.

Who is he?

Why is here?

What does he want from me?

How did he know-

"It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you," the man consoled. "I don't seek anything from you-"

"Then what the hell are you doing here!?" I snap. "You know how much-"

"You'll get into trouble if they see me. Yes, I know," he replied with such impossible smoothness. "I've heard. I just..."

He trailed off, his voice becoming distant. He seemed to possess the ability to read emotions, maybe even thoughts, because had just answered the majority of my mental questions before they even had the chance to slip from my mouth. Out of curiousity, my eyes quickly roam his figure. His medium, athletic build was, from head to toe, clothed in black clothing decorated with swirling blue designs that traveled the very fibers they resided on with such impossible complexity. His jeans, his sneakers, his t-shirt, his warrior-esque sleeved hooded robe; they all matched perfectly as if they were made for one specific outfit. His physical appearance, however, was unique; it spoke unending, volumes of his past. Crimson eyes seemed to pierce and intimidate any gaze they met, yet they currently held a friendly, playful stare. Jet-black hair in a somewhat untidy mess framed his face, bangs swept to the left. The physical traits of his visage featured a terrain that was marred with a couple of scars - one across his nose and one on his left eye, mirroring my own... He was the one to shatter the silence, his voice steadily regaining its original volume.

"I'm just here because I thought you needed someone to talk to, Keiri."

My eyes widen with surprise before quickly narrowing with suspicion, my curiousity suddenly igniting from within me.

"How the hell did you know where I live?" I spoke, my knife-like voice seemed to pierce the air. "And where did you get my name? And why talk to me for your problems, out of all possible people?

"I have...sources. And your history..." He responded calmly. "It mirrors mine with such unrivaled parallels. I just couldn't help but satisfy my loneliness by coming to you."

There was a long pause. I wasn't convinced.

"Look," he began, breaking the noiseless barrier once more. "I just need someone to relate to. And yes, I know, I know. I am a thirty-something-year old man coming to a teenager to talk to about his problems and predicaments. It's odd and kinda...pedo-ish. But there's something that tells me that you're the one I should turn to."

The moment his last sentence escaped his mouth was the moment my heart rate pulled the brakes. I never had anyone to talk to. I never had anyone in general to consider as my friend. I was just a lonely, beat-up girl with an equally damaged soul. But now...someone has the fuel in which I can ignite my spirit, finally allowing it to shred through the darkness that had plagued my life. But there was all but one barrier that stopped me...

"Why should I trust you?"

This seemed to catch the man off guard, because he was unable to conjure up an instant response.

"It's...complicated." He spoke slowly. "But I'm not asking for an intimate relationship. But my personality is...well, it's like saying I'm a sixteen-year old with twenty-one years of experience. So I feel like a teenager would be able to understand me better than an adult because I would usually come off as slightly immature around people that I consider as close friends. You get me?"

It made sense, I suppose. I was still weirded out by all this, but after the reveal of his reasoning, a pact of trust was simply irresistible. But before my mouth could form words, a monotonous ring emitted from the man.

Bleep!

"Aww man..." He groaned. "My schedule's messing with me. I'll see you later, then?"

"...Sure...I guess," I shrugged. "Oh. And your name?"

"Jet."

The man nodded and leaped off the edge, landing with a soft thud and he took off in a sprint.

I hope you're really what you say you are...

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Primary Weapon Type:

 * Compact Reconnaissance Elbow Blade (x2)

Primary Weapon Name:

 * Inazuma & Rakurai

Description (Basic):

 * Akimbo machine pistols that turns into elbow blades and back with lightning quick speed (seriously, that's not exaggerating, you know).

Description (Gun Form):

 * Just two fully automatic pistols that fire FN 5.7×28mm caliber cartridges. Each magazine holds 20 rounds each. Each of them fires at a rate of 793 RPM with a muzzle velocity of 670 m/s. They are at their most useful at medium range. She will get you with them, however, no matter the range. Watch your back...

Description (Elbow Blade Form):

 * Custom-made elbow blades that sport a foldable handle for easy storage. The come with unique arm bands with a compact drawer-like rail system to store the blades in place for stealth attacks - just a simple flick of the arm and the rail will unlock and slide down to a certain length, which, in turn, unlocks and unfolds the blades. Badassery at its finest. Though, the wielder will have to make sure to catch them as they fall out of the user's sleeves, however. Buzzkill? Not really, but dismembered fingers are obviously no fun at all.

Secondary Weapon Type:

 * Compact Aerodynamic High-speed Blade

Secondary Weapon Name:

 * Blur

Description:

 * An original design from the ground up, this one-handed sword was made to suit Keiri's preferences during battle. The blade is carefully crafted with racecar-like aerodynamic efficiency all while staying significantly sharper than a surgeon’s scalpel. This allows the wielder to slice through materials as strong as bamboo with devastating ease. That's right. Don't mess with this blade. Don't even question it.


 * The sword’s manufacturing process is highly secretive and the material used is said to be one of the strongest in the world, yet extremely light. One of the key features about this blade is that it can be folded up for easy storage, and can still be used as a fully fledged weapon even when compacted (stealth awesomeness FTW).

Abilities/Combat Style
Please note that the "Dust" stat takes into account bullet damage.

A major advantage that Keiri has right at the start of a battle is her Aura. She emanates one that is abnormally strong, and equally abnormal is the quantity of Aura she posesses. Because of this, her attacks mainly make use of this precious energy, although she can use her own weapons very effectively without it. She does, however, rely on it fairly heavily, which can wear her out after some time.

Her personality already indicates an offensive fighter, which means that she'd waste no time being on the offensive first. Like Reiku, Keiri's impulses tend to take the reigns, so she'll rely on her Aura quite a bit to cover it. However, her creativity is often utilised in the form of improvisation to offset her impulsivity, usually used in tandem with the environment around her, making her a slightly unpredictable opponent.

Although Keiri prefers to be on the attacking end, she is quite agile in her movements, making her a very evasive fighter. On top of that, she's had her share of parkour training, which can be used to outrun the opponent or to gather momentum for a strike.

Trivia

 * "Keiri is an anagram for "Reiki", which translates to "Aura" in Japanese.
 * On a similar note, "Hogosha" means "Guardian" in the same language.
 * "Aozora" is defined as "blue sky"; also in the same language.
 * "Inazuma & Rakurai" means "Lightning Bolt & Thunderbolt" (respectively) in Japanese.
 * She despises being called "Kay".
 * Her design and colour scheme is based off of "Black Rock Shooter" and a "Lucario" from Pokèmon.
 * A unique yet subtle feature of this profile is that it is written while the author is mimicking some of her personality traits.
 * Her "inner turbulence" comes in the form of memories.