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"I wish to make the world peaceful.
In order to do that, I will use anything that can be used."
..................................................Name: Kotomine Shirou
..................................................Nickname: Vayne | Logix | Usurper
..................................................Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance & Personality
Shirou appears to be a tanned-skinned youth with white hair like silver and with dark ageless golden eyes, and unlike most males of his clan, Shirou does not tie his hair back in a ponytail, but rather opting to leave it free. He typically wears the vestments of a priest and a golden cross around his neck. His vestment is a type of a red holy shroud and he adorns a red stole over his cassock. His body is covered in scars and he has a plethora of seals and tattoos spread throughout his body, such as his ink tattoos, body seals, and summoning tattoos.
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Like most members of the Nara clan, Shirou is of superior intellect, however, even amongst the Naras his intelligence is considered unnatural. Highly praised as a prodigy that only appears once every generation, he quickly rose to become the leader of the Nara clan. Rumour has it that he intends to lead the clan into a bloody war that would cleanse the world, sending it to an era of peace. But of course, that is a mere rumour. Shirou is also noted to be quite the master manipulator, being more sly than a margay/conman hybrid, and more charming than a lovesick poet. Although a callous and brutal fighter, Shirou's style is quite tactful. However, he does have a bad tendency to toy with his opponents, even in dangerous situations. Overall, Shirou's personality is quite the contrast to his outwards appearance, where he appears to be peaceful and innocent but is truly an individual that would destroy his adversary with no hesitation in order to fulfill his own ambition.
Village & Rank Information
Land of Birth: Yakukotan (032)
Warring States Clan: Tsumigakure
Health & Chakra: 160 & 1600
Body Arts........................................................................................Increased Speed Resistance (Primary)
Ninja Arts..........................................................................Sourceless Materialising Specialty (Secondary) (Nara)
Sword Arts.............................................................................................Apex Handseal Specialty (Unique) (Nara)
Illusionary Arts..................................................................................................Mechanic Specialty (Extra)
Dream Sand Release
Magnesium Dust Release
Nara Clan Techniques
Eight Inner Gates
Soften Body Modification
Nine Arts Dragon
Jaded Fist of Judgement
History & Background Information
– The Awakening –
– The Awakening –
A year later, it was revealed that Vayne had joined Tsumigakure, continuing his duties as one of the initial members that formed the Golden Sabbath. This time around he was more involved, opting not to act from the shadows. Together with the newly formed village, and mainly the Golden Sabbath members, he would join on the conquest to the East, helping his village claim LMS and subverting the pathetic excuse of a mother cult. Following the defeat of the proclaimed goddess, Vayne would spy on [insert village name] during the war between them and Tsumigakure. Vayne played a minor role, as his intel gathered was pointless since the opposing side gave up
Following the encounters with the mother cult, Vayne, alongside with rest of those who combated Tiamat, fell victim to a severe virus by the name of the Red Fever. On his journey to investigate, Vayne would be defeated in battle, and consequently receive a first way ticket to Oisha, an individual that seemed to be offering a cure for the Red Fever debacle. The encounter went as follows;
In the stands, seated at the top of the Corridor, Oisha watched the first round progressing. He had a love for physical combat and the first round had satiated his hunger for it. Though he hadn't personally competed, he enjoyed the bouta that had transpired but it was after this round he began to make his leave; Ninjutsu noted him at times and as such, he stood before the beginning of the second round and waved towards the remaining men, addressing them once.
"It seems the fun dies fast, doesn't it? Praise to you all for an enjoyable battle and it pains me that I cannot stay to watch the rest, but I have business to attend to in the meantime. To the rest of those competing, good luck. To those who have fallen already, well we thank you for your efforts. Ishijo here will watch the rest of the tournament and report to me," he stated, waving towards Ishijo seated to his right. After speaking, he made his way out of the Rose Corridor.
As soon as he was out of view, he dropped the smiles and pleasantries; he disliked faking emotions for any reason but this was necessary. The longer he could push his plans while going undetected, the better. He had wished for a smooth tournament to distract others while he worked and he had gotten it. The Red Fever curse was one he was determined to rid them of and it was truly God the greater good. Whether that good was actually good for everyone else was a different matter.
After a series of stairs, Oisha made it to the bottom most level of the Tower and placed his necklace into a special keyhole, causing it to glow a faint red hue before opening. Stepping inside, two men were suspended in what could be described as a ghastly green gas, unable to break free yet conscious as he walked in. Looking at the white haired man, Oisha tilted his head slightly as he watched the man continue to struggle against his bounds while the other man was upside down meditating, seemingly waiting for a resolution to come. Drawing his blade, Oisha walked to the man who continued to struggle and faced him.
"Vayne of the Shadow Tribes....do you understand why you are here?"
For what seemed like an eternity, I was suspended in an undisclosed location. It would seem that my conceded defeat’s consequences were just beginning. The bounds that held me where interesting to say the least.
Soon enough the door would open and a man would enter, the very same one I was dumped at. He approached with his blade, trying to present some sort of threat as he asked a question. I’d clear my throat and spit between Oisha’s legs before replying, looking him in the eyes.
Do not mistake me as any other of the ‘shadow tribe’, there are no others like me in this world. As for why I am here? Well I suppose it is because of the false goddess Tiamat, is it not, dear random cult follower number 7?
Oisha had barely managed to get the question out before the man attempted to spit at him, thr spit landing between his legs as he snarled a reply back. Oisha smirked, how vicious the ignorant must become to amass any worth amongst the Shinobi. There was much the man seemed to be unaware of but there was very little time to cover eons worth of information.
"Heh, that same attitude is what put your people into extinction now, Shadow Walker. The Nara and their susceptibility to the Red Fever... it's a tale as poetic as my own. No, you don't know why you're here. I suppose you feel owed an explanation, or some type of answer to everything that's going on, why I'm not affected and why we are hosting this tournament for you. In due time, Vayne of the Shadow Tribe.
"As for the Great Mother, make no mistake she was as close a goddess you will ever experience. The supreme being, her chakra was foul enough to corrupt this planet and bring about all of this. While I acknowledge her power however, I am not one of her followers or cult members. But you are correct about her; the reason you're here is simple: You have something I need."
Oisha lowered his blade as he spoke, moving to a seat as he waved his free hand, causing the two wispy orbs to follow behind him.
"The only question is whether or not I'm willing to let you live in order to get it. I can always try again with another prospect if need be..." Oisha spoke, looking over to the other floating figure as he spoke.
My people had grown weak and fragile over the ages, losing knowledge of their true potential. But that was their fate and shortcoming. I am not bound by such a fate, but ironically I find myself to be defeated and bound here.
I'd look over to the man chained besides me. His unnatural calmness could have indicated bravery or fear, but all things considered, it did not matter which it was. I'd look back at the seated man.
Well, judging from your story, I doubt that what you need is of any known importance to myself, so you are welcome to take it. As for my life, I guess it depends on what capacity you think I would affect your future plans, and in which direction. But be it as it may, I believe you are running out of time. Those tournament combatants will eventually come knocking seeking answers, and I reckon you woudln't want to be sitting here chatting with me when that happens.
If the man intended to take action, I hoped it would be soon, as I never liked or found any appeal in the villainous monologue type situations.
Oisha had to hold back a laugh as the man mentioned the Fate of his people. The irony was realized by Vayne as well, noting it as Oisha listened to him talk. He offered himself to Oisha, offering whatever he needed. The mention of the tournament competitors made Oisha smile, the reminder of the urgency of the situation was well welcomed.
"You are right, Vayne. We are running out of time, so let's begin shall we?"
As he spoke, he stood once more and drew two small vials from his left pocket. One vial, the smaller of the two, was filled with a shimmering blue liquid while the second was a thick, green smoke. Opening the vial as he approached Vayne, he placed the vial at the top of the sphere Vayne was in and allowed the smoke to enter it, filling the bubble completely.
"That gas slowly robs you of chakra while draining your life energy into a vial. While this takes some time, the pain will be seething nonstop; you will experience pain, you will wish you were dead instead but no, it will not stop there. The more you struggle against it, the more pain you will experience. With your life energy and essence effectively captured, my plans will be one step further. And then...." Oisha paused, watching the green smoke fill the bubble.
"The end is near, Vayne of the Shadow Tribe. My mentor and master Asano would be proud of the progress we made. And as such, as a parting gift, I'll let you know one thing you wish to know, choose wisely."
The man approached and introduced a green substance within the bubble I was trapped in, filling it in it's entirety.
His words rang clear about the capabilities of the smoke, and given my predicament there was little to do to resist it, but would death's embrace be a welcoming one?
There are a great many things I would like to know, but given that I am on death's door, the only thing of value would be to ask what motivates my sender. So, what is it that drives you, no, rather your mentor, to such lengths?
I would clench my teeth as I begin to resist the smoke to the most of my capabilities. If I was about to die, then at the very least my last sensation would be one that I chose.
Oisha watched the man struggle in the gas, listening to him as he inquired about Oisha's mentor. He smirked as he watched him, turning his attention towards the other man in the room as he withdrew yet another vial while walking to the man. He was either feigning unconsciousness or was truly out of it, but Oisha simply repeated the same process he had done for Vayne. Speaking to Vayne once more, Oisha turned to him.
"That's it? Of all you could possibly learn and ask, that's what you choose to inquire about? Sorry to disappoint you but that's not of your concern."
Turning away from him as he walked towards a desk and placed the blue vial down, Oisha then removed a small ornate dagger that had a faint glow to it from its sheath, holding it in a reverse grip as he looked ag the two men. The pro ess was nearing completion and soon, he'd be able to carry out what he needed to do.
"Actually, I'll humor you and tell a bit of what you wish to know," Oisha said, changing his mind. He wasn't really a comic book villain, one to detail his plan before killing them and giving them a chance to escape, but this was an inevitability. Walking back towards Vayne, Oisha pulled a chair and took a seat.
"So, my mentor's motivations. Let's see, where to begin... I guess it started a year ago. My mentor was a wise man who understood the nature of shinobi, samurai, and the likes. Honor was something he instilled in us all, the rest of my allies and I. When the world was threatened, he fought for it's safety from the shadows, never one to care about the fame and glory that comes with it; as long as if was a safer place for his people, he was content without being known or hyped. It was for this reason my sister fell in love with him, this reason he became our leader, the very reason he attempted to fight the Great Mother during her awakening. However, things were not that easy." Leaning back in the seat, Oisha's eyes turned towards the ceiling as he fingered the dagger, moving it around as he continued.
"You see, before he could arrive to fight, he and my sister left our home in Tobusekai to investigate rumors of her army fighting and by time he made it to the Hokubu Ocean, Tiamat had already left and the contamination continued to spread. The water itself was living and threatened to engulf them both if he didn't act fast. He did what he could to prevent himself from becoming one of her slaves but he wasn't fast enough to save my sister... rather than kill her, he sealed her soul in an effigy, returning to our home to find ways to save her.
We learned that the Daimyo of the Great Wind Desert knew the secrets behind curing the Children and arrived to the Rose Corridor to seek permission to study their ways to find a cure for this disease and find ways to save her. However, " Oisha said, gritting his teeth as his brow furrowed deeply, the anger written across his face, "the Daimyo didn't feel as if my sister's life was worth his help, and felt we didn't give him enough respect and tokens of appreciation despite giving all we had. He wanted to weaponize the water and use it to wage war against others and ordered us imprisoned to keep this secret. My mentor's anger peaked and he withdrew his sword, a crime punishable by death. When the dust cleared, my mentor was left dying and the Daimyo fleeing. My mentor asked us to seek peace and continue to find a cure, forgiving the Daimyo for his ways as it was not our way to harbor anger lest we meet our ends like him. Dead for trying to save his wife's life and the lives of many others. Dead because a greedy Daimyo didn't get enough gold and Ryo. Dead for nothing... the rest of his followers and I, well we weren't as humble and forgiving as our mentor. The Daimyo and his family corpses now decorate the very tower they once held dear to them."
Oisha shook his head lightly and stood, looking at the top of the now empty vial as the smoke continued to fill the bubble.
"You ask my mentor's motivations. To save a world and people who don't deserve it. To save his wife from a Fate she didn't deserve. To find a nirvana that he can only dream of. Vayne of the Shadow Tribe, though your death is imminent, understand that this did not have to happen."
Standing, Oisha extends the dagger through the smoke, cutting the arm of Vayne as he was in his weakest state, causing a few drops of blood to travel the small blade. It began to glow a brighter gold color, illuminating the room before the blood seemingly disappeared from the blade, absorbed into it.
"A necessary step, your death will free the world. You should be glad to be a part of history. If Asa-" Before he could finish, an explosion shaked the room, causing him to stumble and catch his balance, the blade falling from his hand.
"What the hell was that?!" Placing his hand on a communicator, he spoke through it. "Sagawaki, what the hell is going on out there?"
After a brief moment, Oisha's face snarled into a growl, causing him to slam his hand on one of the tables angrily, breaking it in half. "DAMMIT! No, we are almost done, we can leave this base. We've done what we needed to here, let's go!" Snatching a folder of information, Oisha begins to hastily leave before turning back to the now unconscious prisoners. Smirking at the realization they would still die within the gas, he turned and disappeared, seemingly teleporting away.
– The Second Awakening; Birth Of Calamity –
For what seemed like an eternity, the Nara seemed to be knocked out, incapable of forming any thought of his own. It would later be revealed that Vayne's body had been transported back to his village and placed within a secret chamber that had somehow resulted in his 'resurrection' albeit in a morphed state that had a slightly more virtuoso personality in Shirou Kotomine. Little to none is yet to be seen or known of the 'newer' Nara.
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Increased Speed Resistance: Due to Shirou's mastery of all manner of arts pertaining to the body, as well his extensive physical conditioning, his mere presence causes a form of pressure on opponents, reducing their base speed by 1 speed level.
Shadow Arts: Shirou is one of the Nara clan, and is particularly proficient with its Hidden Arts; the ability to manipulate one's own shadow. His mastery is such that he is able to utilise the techniques without seals, and without the need of a shadow source existing, wherein Shirou basically wills the shadow into existence.
Sage Mode & Eight Inner Gates: Shirou is a user of the Snake Contract and is able to access its associated Sage Mode, which grants him various augmentations to his physical capabilities, as well as his techniques. Beyond that, Shirou is also a master of Eight Inner Gates, being capable of utilising it to it's fullest. Naturally he has the customary leg weights.
Tools & Items: Shirou wields a number of tools that serve a variety of purposes in battle, ranging from technology to medicinal items. As a user of Medical Ninjutsu, he carries a set of pills that augment his performance in combat, with some being hidden within false teeth in his mouth. Secured on his body are an Absorption Arm, three Kote, one loaded with Water Style: Typhoon Water Vortex, the other with Lightning Style: Thunderbolt, and the final loaded with Shadow Spider. As a Necromancer, Shirou is capable of having an extra living tool in the form of a second Edo Tensei.
Tools & Artifacts
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