


"Fool. You are going to die now."

âKi.
âEnhanced Physical Strength, Speed, and Stamina.
âBukujutsu or Flight.
âEnergy Signal Perception.
âSaiyan Regeneration.
Youkai Strengths
âFurther Enhanced Physical Strength, Speed, and Stamina.
âEnhanced Dexterity and Flexibility.
âA Pristine Physique.
âEnhanced Regeneration.
âEnhanced Sight, Smell, Hearing, and Touch.
âYoki.
âPsionics.

Kazra was born of an act that should never have occurredâa night that should have never taken place. It was the mingling of pure blood and that of disgusting and lowly blood which gave the woman her terrible past. Her father a Saiyan, her mother a Youkai, and their coupling of flesh was an utter betrayal of her father's heritage. Kazra knows that she should never have been bornâthat her father should have struck down the woman who she does not even accept as the woman who bred her. That single act was the beginning of it all ...
Hunted on Orterra, Kazra watched as her family was destroyed and the people she loved were slaughtered. First it had been her parents and their crime came to be punished. Next came her younger sister Verashin. And it was then with only her and the youngest sister, Rizakumei, left alive did Kazra realize they could no longer remain on Orterra. Determination had been set and she found a way to flee from the planet along with Riza. It was on Titan that they found safetyâa planet that was Earth yet not Earth. Life became hard for the both of them. They remained hungry and tired, without shelter or food. Kazra knew that they were both suffering and a battle in her mind always took place. Riza and herself should never have been born. That much was known by the death of her parents and that of Verashin. Continuing to suffer from day to day even after finding sanctuary, would it not have been better to die?
"The Second Betrayal ..."
The night that had broken Kazra was when she found herself looming over the sleeping figure of her sister with a intense intent set into her crimson eyes. Fingers twitched and reached out for her sister's throat in order to choke the life from herâthe end the misery they both lived. It was a night to correct the mistakes that her father had committed. Kazra still remembers it all to this day. She can still feel the way that Riza's throat felt beneath her fingers. She can recall the exact pressure used to begin suffocating that innocent girl. She remembers how her sister had looked upon her and struggled to free herself beneath a vice like grip. Kazra also remembers the moment that Riza stopped moving, stopped breathing, and was entirely still. She had been freed, but the thought came which broke Kazra. She was no better than her father. She had betrayed her own blood and murdered Riza.
"No. Not murdered, but I shouldâ"
There was still a heartbeat and Riza yet lived but only barely. Kazra, entirely disgusted with herself, took her sister and fled into the the small town seeking help. In the care of others, it was then that she knew that she was not worthy of raising Riza any longer. Kazra that very same night disappeared and would not be seen for years to come. Riza soon forgot of her elder sister and thrived in her new life while Kazra remained wandering from place to place with no home and no family. She only had herself and the past which clung to her body in a heavy burden. Finding nothing but weakness in herselfâwhich had roots to the very moment she had been bornâKazra challenged herself to become something that was worthy of returning to her sister.
The next years were spent training beneath various masters and learning the arts of combat and discipline herself in the usage of Ki and Yoki. Though with the odd and strange abilities the woman possessed and was able to wield, each and every place that could have become her home outcast Kazra. The people feared her and wished her to be gone. Kazra did not understand that it was human nature to fear something they did not understand and the lingering thoughts of her mixed blood mislead the young woman's mind. She wasn't worthy of their presence. They did not want her there because they saw themselves as better than her. Never once did Kazra think that they were merely scared for their mortal lives. It was the catalyst of why Kazra in later years would come to hate anything that was remotely and or even partially human.
"Riza ..."
And so it came that it was time for Kazra to return to her sisterâtime to train Riza and prove to her that she was strong now. That she could now be raised by her own family. They too, together, would show these ignorant humans that it was not they that were beneath them, but them beneath Kazra and Riza. Together they would prove to the humans that they were worthy of living on this planet. But creeping into the town that Kazra had left Riza, she would come to know betrayal again. Her sister had remained with the very people that had taken her in to care for her, had remained innocent, and lived a life that was very different from Kazra. The people did not look upon her younger sister with fear or hatred, nor did they see the young girl as an outcast. No, Riza had become part of them and had been accepted gladly into the arms of these humans. Riza had forgotten who she was and had forgotten Kazra. Once more did Kazra feel abandoned and betrayed by her very own blood. Not only had Riza not know her name, but Kazra was deemed the woman who had attempted to kill her that fateful evening.
" ... and I murdered that entire town. I slaughtered each and every single unworthy and disgusting human. They were all wiped from the face of Titan while Riza watched. I made her witness what was the consequences of her actions. Remember me not now, little sister. You too like them are ungrateful of me and have cast me aside. Grow stronger because one day I will return to finish what I could not so many years ago. I should kill you right now, but I want the world to see that you are just ... like ... me ... "
"Suffer as I have ... it is your Fate."

Mukoshissaiga is the ninth of thirteen brothers and sisters.

Two weeks after the utter annihilation of that small town on Titan, fate would strike Kazra again. A blade of great power was to come into her possession. It would become her partner in the destruction of city after city on Titan, and fuel her desire to end all life as it were on that singular planet.
And so it was that Kazra remained alone in her wandering and journey to become more powerful than any living being had ever seen before. Ambition was set into stone and became fully embodied in the Saiyan. They would all speak of her terror and fear the very earth that Kazra tread upon. She would become their trepidation and they would pay the price of their crimes just as her entire family had so many years ago. Their pain and suffering would become the symphony Kazra conducted with a fierce hand. And so the destruction of an entire planet began ...
The start of the genocide of humans took place on one fateful and destined afternoon beneath a blaring sun which heat made the very air shimmer and dance visually. Dust rose from the dried and crack ground beneath Kazra's boots with each step taken. The Saiyan had been journeying from one town to the next, yet avoided the larger cities at this point in time. People were killed ruthlessly and mercilessly in her wake and the bodies left behind were the only testament that she had passed through. Their rotting corpses were left for fodder to give sustenance to wild beasts and avians. She cared nothing to bury them, or to speak words for safe passage into the afterlife. To her, there was no life after death. An existence merely ended.
A wry smirk touched the edges of her lips each and every time the face of those who died at her hands surfaced in her mind. Kazra remembered them all: men, women, and even children who were slaughtered without a single sign of mercy. But do not mistake her, Kazra cared for their deaths. It was her sole mission in life now to kill every human that lived on Titan. They were ignorant, weak, and foolish beings that should never have been evolved into fruition. Kazra was the future of the world and now natural selection was going to make sure that her very bloodline was the one which would suceed. Titan would be pured of its taint and plague of the disease that was known to her as human.
Stirred from her thoughts, Kazra paused and stood still in the middle of that desert. The intuition granted by her saiyan and youkai blood forced the realization that no longer was she alone by proximity. There was a touch of power; a signal of energy which Kazra felt in the very core of her being. Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously and the change from reflective to killer took hold of Kazra in a flash of an instant. That energy recognized by the saiyan was a challenge and Kazra was determined to kill this beingâwhatever it may beâand end its life more so than she was determined to kill a human being.
Upon the horizon an oasis was spotted that held no illusion and was real, Kazra was certain. Palms were outlined against the clear sky and danced in a heavy breeze that never reached the saiyan. Foliage wrapped around a sliver of a glittering pool of water to cast a splash of color against the dull brown of the earth. A figure was spotted as well but not even Kazra's eyes could make out the detail of that person. A single chuckle of laughter went unheard by all ears aside from the woman's and eyes slowly closed against the view presented before her.
The smirk that Kazra had held only seconds ago turned into a malicious and evil grin which could have split the saiyan's face in two and exposed sharp teeth. It was time again to play God. Expression contorted. Those crimson eyes opened back unto the world beneath the shadow of her drawn down brow and Kazra parted teeth to unleash an almost insane hiss of the destruction soon to come to that unkown person's body. The ground at the saiyan's feet became nothing but a crater as Kazra defied gravity as a whole and took flight at an astounding and frightening speed to her target. The only signal of her enclosure on that person was the trail of dust left behind in the wake of her Bukujutsu.
The closer and closer that she became over what was only mere seconds, Kazra began to make out the details of this person that had no right to live. It was then, taking in their presence through sight alone, that Kazra knew what this person was: a pure blooded saiyan. Nothing but rage consumed the woman at the discovery and that desire to murder them grew into epic proportions. There would be no control had in this battle and this saiyan man would feel the raw and powerful need of vengeance by Kazra's hand. The war cry that tore from the female's throat was a signal that came too late for the unknown saiyan.
Kazra just feet from her target reared back a strong fistâfingers slowly curling back in upon themselves and tightened into steel which made knuckles turn white as bone. Disciplined muscles tightened and before that saiyan manâthe one whose name will never be knownâcould grasp what was about to unfold upon himself, Kazra had already thrown the punch directly into the man's throat. Blood spewed from his mouth and shock rendered his body into a seizure while she drove his body into the ground. Kazra gave him no time to react. She was no fool even if this man was a pitiful excuse for a pure-bred saiyan.
The dust had not even been given time to rise to its full height before Kazra landed straddled upon the soon-to-be corpse and pry with her fingers apart the jaw of the man. Flesh stretched beyond its capability and bone snapped to shatter beneath muscle and tendon. With a last jerk of Kazra's arm, the entire jawbone that belonged to the man came loose and was tossed behind the female. A fountian of that life giving crimson liquid flowed furiously down the chest of the once saiyan while splatters dotted along Kazra's faceâmerely warpaint in this one sided battle. Gurgled cries and screams of sheer horror bubbled and frothed as the male's hands reached up to grasp ahold of Kazra's neck. They never reached however as she took hold of them one by one and ripped them from his body.
Again flesh resisted against the pull and then the snap of bone added to the melody of Kazra's maniac laughter. Tendrils of sinew were like ribbons in the wind as the arms too were discarded behind the woman. The ground beneath them would no longer be nurtured by the pool of clear water, but by the dark stain of the man's blood spilling forth from his body.
"Time to die," Kazra sneered at the pathetic life form between her thighs and at the hand of her ruthlessness. Precision was taken for her next and final attack. Right hand was once again reared back while fingers all pointed down at her target from a sharp angle. Left hand made sure that he would witness his death. Bringing the saiyan's death to a climax, Kazra thrust her hand forward into the male's throat to pentrate straight through skin. Spine was grasped into her vice fingers and it was ripped out through the front of his neck bringing most of his length of vertebrae along with the intially grasped bone.
Kazra stood with her prize still clutch in her hand and looked down at the shadow of what had been a body. Droplets of blood dripped from her hair and from the end of her nose before those crimson eyes closed again in victory of that thing's defeat. The manical grin died back down into a smirk. When Kazra was just turning to walk away and continue on in her journey with a fresh memory of death, the sun peeked out through the cloud of dust that lingered in the air. A wink of light caught her eye behind the protection of eyelid, and that single ocular opened to peer down at a blade that had not been noticed in the slaughter.
Weapons had come and gone in Kazra's life so far and none had withstood the power she possessedâthe strength she possessed. Sword after sword shattered beneath her strikes against bodies and obstacles, so why would taking this one be any different. It would be nothing aside from a burden to her again. The weapons were useless. Yet, looking upon that blade some fancy struck into Kazra and she found herself unable to leave it with its failed master. One touch. One touch was all it took to become attached to what she would soon learned was Mokushissaiga. It was hers now, and she was destined to find this blade. And now that Mokushissaiga had a new master, it would regain its true purpose once more; killing and ending lives that were not worthy to be livedâto purge.
Discovering the power behind the blade and how it enhanced her own, Kazra now traveled to the large cities of Titan. Sky scrapers were brought down with single swings. Military units were destoryed without a thought or effort. Bodies lined the streets and the rivers flooded with their blood. Nothing but the smoke of fires tainted the once beautiful sky.
Apocalypse had struck Titan. Kazra had struck Titan.
The only living beings that were left once she had enacted her revenge was Kazra and Rizakumei.