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Kamakt zu Heltzer

Canthan Assassin born and raised in the Shing Monastery where Master Togo has always watched and cultured the girl from childhood. Her skills are deadly, and sometimes even more so her charm.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by BumbleDrop

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The defeat of Shiro Tagachi ended the plague that had afflicted Cantha. However, it took adventurers and members of the imperial guard a few grueling years to track down all of the Afflicted and the remnants of the Shiro'ken army that the Betrayer had unleashed in his final attempt to destroy the empire.

Over the past few years, life has begun to spring up in Echovald Forest as many areas have seen new growth take hold. Some even claim to have seen a change in the Jade Sea—small pools of water forming or even waves moving beneath the frozen surface—but these reports are unsubstantiated rumors at best.

Life has returned to normal for most Canthan residents. Kaineng still struggles under the burdens of bureaucracy, overpopulation, and crime, while the Kurzicks and Luxons remain locked in a never-ending battle over scant resources. Shing Jea Island remains an oasis of pristine valleys and beautiful vistas. Monks come to the island regularly for scholarly pursuits, while the general populace descends in droves for every festival held within the safe confines of Shing Jea Monastery.

Commerce returned to a brisk pace once the Affliction ended, and since then, many Canthans have sought to re-establish old trade routes to Elona and Kryta as well as locate new opportunities farther north. However, recent reports of earthquakes and giant cracks opening in the middle of urban Cantha have some believing this time of relative peace and prosperity has now come to an end...


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Full Name: Soanala Ren Kamakt zu Heltzer
Alias: Ren Kamakt
Titles: Seeker of Wisdom, Protector of Cantha, Savior of the Kurzicks, Canthan Vanquisher
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 129lbs

Occupation: Imperial Assassin; The Assassin walks the shadows, a deadly viper ready to strike at the heart when the enemy least expects it, nowhere and everywhere all at once. Assassins are masters of their chosen weapon, the dagger, and are expert at inflicting Critical Strikes that cause massive damage. The Assassin is trained to efficiently link attacks together in a chain that does not give the enemy a chance to hit back. They have mastered the ability to move as shadows—Assassins wear only lightweight armor and prefer to avoid damage by not being there when the enemy’s strike lands. Their other magical skills include Hexes that lower the target’s defenses and protect the Assassin from harm.
Guild: Imperial Valor Guard; lead by the Ranger Nihm Satora. Currently Ren serves as a trusted and highly regarded Officer of the guild, in charge of finding new recruits who hold the same values and upbringings as IVG.
House: zu Heltzer; One of the oldest and largest of the Kurzick Houses, the zu Heltzers can trace their lineage to Saint Viktor and well beyond, a fact that they waste no opportunity to mention to newcomers. As masters of thought, magic, and architecture, their buildings are nothing short of exquisite, and getting past their magical wards and protections is nothing short of miraculous.
Faction: Kurzick; The Kurzicks occupy the Echovald Forest and are one of the two vassals of the Empire of the Dragon, the other being the Luxon Armada. The Kurzicks are a very religious nation of people who take the worship of the True Gods very seriously. They are at constant war with the Luxons due to the struggle for the scarce and precious Amber and Jade solidified at the time of the Jade Wind. Their nation is led by the Council of Nobles and their culture by the Great Houses - House zu Heltzer, House Vasburg, House Brauer, House Lutgardis, and House Durheim.
Citizenship:
Cantha: a continent in the world of Tyria. It is located to the south of the continents of Tyria and Elona. The northern coastline of Cantha is the earliest known location of human settlement, dating back to the late pre-imperial era, 276 years before the beginning of the Canthan Calendar, and predating the earliest known human presence in Tyria and Elona by 581 years. That settlement is the beginnings of the great Canthan Empire, also known as the Empire of the Dragon, or the Dragon Empire.
Home City:Kaineng City, the capital of the Empire of the Dragon. It is a huge metropolis that covers a large portion of northwestern Cantha. Given the similarity of names, supposedly it was named after (if not by) Lord Emperor Kaineng Tah.
Birth City: Shing Jea Monastery; As the ancient Canthan name implies, Shing Jea is the jewel of Cantha. Headed by the legendary Ritualist, Master Togo, the monastery provides training to students of all heroic professions, including the Ritualist and Assassin professions native to Cantha. Graduates of the Shing Jea Monastery are recognized worldwide as masters of their chosen arts.

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Adventurous: There is nothing that Ren would not do in order to further expand her mind, and senses. No place is to be left uncharted and no secret to not be learned. Some say the assassin is a wandering spirit having gone to the farthest reaches of Tyria, Cantha, and Elona; even as a Kurzick not even the Luxon lands of Cantha went unknown to the woman. Even with all this traveling however, her home will forever more be Kaineng City, a dirty, overpopulated metropolis, with slums filled with vermin and crime, a place where the rich only become richer, and the poor only become poorer. But even with all the negativity of her home, she still finds the beauty in it.
Confident: There is not a single person that can persuade Ren that she is not a great and notable person. It comes from her birth and from the teachings of her Master, Togo, only to be fortified by her part in aiding Cantha during its most vulnerable time. Always does this woman walk with surety in her step and her head held high in pride for herself. All people are worthy of being themselves, and Ren is a walking attestation to that claim.
Fierce: There are few assassins with the same fire that Ren holds in their eyes. Once the battle is ignited, she will do all that needs to be done in order to take down her enemy or to kill a mark. Her resolve is amazing, and nothing is out of bounds to overcome any challenge that is presented to her. Aggression makes actions. Actions lead a person one step closer to all their goals.
Intrepid: Ren has a resolute fearlessness, fortitude, and endurance of body and of mind. Nothing can stop the woman from gaining what she pleases, though she does not use people nor terror in order to achieve. Instead, Ren will create deep and lasting friendships in order to further herself, and her future.
Loyal: In gaining these friends, Ren is not one to abandon them at a whim. Where her loyalty lies, her heart lies. Ren's sword arm is theirs to call upon for her aid in all that would travesty them. No foe would ever prove too great for those that she comes to be loyal too, and even her life is expendable in order to preserve their own. Even if an assassin, the dark deeds and shadowy rumors of their kind do not hold sway to Ren, and she finds herself to be an honorable killer.


Gear
Elite Assassin Imperial Armor: Armor specially crafted by Maiya in the Divine Path. Special Assassin insignias are embedded into the material used to create this special armor in order to enhance the abilities of Ren, granting her more speed, agility, endurance, and balance. Usually those with prestigious armor also burden them down with specialized runes, yet the assassin finds no need in this in order to better herself. In fact, Ren finds them more a nuisance than a blessing, weighing down the armor when it needs not to be.
Unques of the Oni: Twins blades of death, won by Ren in a terrible battle against an Oni. The edges are wickedly curved, and doused in poisons usually from her signets. They are perfectly balanced and kept in pristine shape. For the fact that Ren uses these so often in combat, the hilts have worn down to the shape of her hand causing anyone else that held them to feel too awkward to hold them naturally. The next person to own them shall have to forever yield to Ren's memory.
Shiro's Sword: Taken as another trophy, yet as her most notorious one, this blade can only be wielded by the very few chosen by it. The sword is vampiric and those that are not found worthy will start to feel as if their very essence and life were being drawn into the blade. Never is she without the sword, and yet rarely does Ren ever use it in combat. There is much mystery to its powers and she is almost frightened to tap into its full potential. She feels as if Shiro's soul resides in the blade and has not passed on into the afterlife.
Rajazan's Fervor: Ren's first sword won and earned by a fierce battle upon the Jade Sea with Rajazan, and in Luxon territory. It is nothing special nor does it harbor secretive powers. It is merely a blade wielded with great skill by Ren's hand which guides its killing strokes.
Miscellaneous: Various throwing knives, or shruiken are found in her armor or strapped upon it, all within easy reach. Also in her inventory are small signets used for different effects on the body; healing, curing poison, inflicting hexes or curses.


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Soanala Ren Kamakt zu Heltzer is not a child that should have been born for the way she was conceived by her father. Nothing but a cruel and brutal man, the Kurzick abused Ren's mother constantly until the frail and frightened woman was forced to flee for her life, and for the one developing in her body. She found shelter on Shing Jea Monastery on the most beautiful island Ren's mother could have ever hoped to find in her life time. Stories had been heard and told about this place from traveling wanderers, but the woman never realized that she too, perhaps, would witness it all with her own eyes. And so thus it became that Ren Kamakt was born beneath the care of Master Togo and the citizens of Shing Jea Monastery.

At the mercy of Master Togo, he took Ren's mother as a good friend and aided the first time mother in raising her child. This allowed him over the first few years to see the tucked away and hidden potential that Ren held. A man could be taught to fight, but a child born with the ability could create it into an art. And so coming to the age of six, the girl was taken away from all the other activities that a normal child would have and instead placed in lessons along with the other prodigals, who were born with that natural gift. The games they practiced taught them invaluable lessons and virtues of being a righteous warrior, leaving their careless childhood behind them forever. Those children would never raise like those of the same year, and even before proving themselves, they would always be highly respected and regarded by those that lived in the peaceful city.

When Ren's master decided that it was time for the girl to choose her professions, Ren was more then eager and ready at the age of eighteen. She was set out with her companions to finally speak to Headmaster Lee, who gave her a quest to seek out Master Jinzo outside of the city. It was the first time that Ren had ever stepped foot beyond the protective walls of the city, and not a single nerve the girl felt for she knew when the time came, she would be able to defend herself. And then she found him, with the aid of her companions, to receive her first lesson in the arts of becoming an assassin. Not only was she successful with this task, but as well with her next Master's lesson, Panaku, which was to assassinate Ren's very first target. The kill was easy, and to kill was easy for the girl. It was a disturbing emotion yet somehow, Ren knew that this is what she had been born for and could only accept her fate and path.

Ren Kamakt went on to master the island of Shing Jea, yet not without the help of those that she called ally and companion. And it came time for them to leave their home for so many years. A plague had struck the land of Cantha, along with Shing Jea Island and fear was spreading throughout the hearts of people. This was discovered when Ren and her fellow companions were sent to see Minister Cho, seeing that he had warped into an abominable creature from the plague's influence. It is then that Master Togo knows that Cantha is at stake, and must be saved from this affliction. Only shortly after does he discover it the work of Shiro Tagachi, the Betrayer; a man that is not supposed to be alive.


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No one but Shiro Tagachi knows what made this sacred imperial bodyguard—the emperor's most trusted servant—turn on his master on the Day of the Jade Wind. Did Shiro plan to sever the unbroken imperial bloodline and crown himself emperor? Was it revenge he sought, for some perceived wrong the emperor had done to Shiro or the Tagachi family? Could Shiro have been seeking some form of power that historians can no longer comprehend?

Whatever his motive, Shiro's act has been literally carved in stone. On the last day of the Harvest Festival, the emperor's favored bodyguard arrived at the Harvest Temple and was waiting when the emperor reached the pinnacle of the temple's tower. Shiro cut down the emperor of Cantha where he knelt on the holy floor, staining it forever with the monarch's blood. Shiro himself was slain only moments later, but his revenge on those who killed him was the most significant event in Canthan history since Kaineng founded the empire. In Shiro's final moments, he drew on all of his ill-gotten power to drain the emperor's very soul away. Seething with magic but mortally wounded, the treacherous bodyguard screamed, and his voice washed over an area hundreds of miles across. Shiro's death wail became the Jade Wind, a cataclysmic wave of energy that turned trees, animals, people, and open water into stone and crystal.

In the wake of Shiro's fall, the empire carried on. But Shiro's legacy on the continent is undeniable and permanent. Today, many signs point to Shiro's return after two centuries in the border realms of the afterlife. A spectral force driven by rage, a thirst for power, and a special kind of madness, he corrupts everything in his wake. The Canthan people know nothing of this, and suspect that the hideous results of "the Affliction" are some kind of monstrous plague. But even those who know that Shiro stalks the shadows have no idea of the power seething within him— or what he might do with it.




And so Ren journeyed to the mainland of Cantha, battling the Affliction and the remnants of Shiro Tagachi while collecting the artifacts of the Luxon and Kurzick factions to defeat him; The Spear of Archemorus and the Urn of Saint Viktor. It is not long on this perilous quest that Ren Kamakt and all her new allies find themselves before Shiro, and facing a battle to the death. The assassin uses the full potential of her skills alongside those of her friends, and with the final blow struck against him, Shiro is detained. He now lays dying and Suun, a celestial being comes to imprison his mortal form in a caste of jade, while his soul is collected and locked away in the Underworld where he shall pay the penance for his crimes against life. And thus it was, they became the heros of Cantha...

But it is said that Shiro was sent the vision which caused his first betrayal by Abbadon, and when he was sent to the Realm of Torment, he walked freely with a new army of Shiro'ken at his side...



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Critical Strikes
Black Lotus Defense: This gives the assassin a higher rate of blocking attacks, raising agility, using her Rajazan or Shiro blade to deflect most attacks against her body.
Malicious Strike: Literally a malicious stab in the back that is executed while preforming rather normal swings of her blade. The dagger is reached for after a feint, and then plunged into the back of her victim or enemy.
Twisting Fangs: Dual dagger attack, that is not actually made to contact the skin. Rather, Ren will crouch towards the ground, stabbing the eart or floor beneath her and apply her shadow skill in order to create shadow-daggers which surround the enemy. It has an almost next to none fail rate for landing a critical hit.

Dagger Mastery
Death Blossom: A dual sweep attack of both daggers, or current weapon. Quite simple, and easily performed by the assassin.
Leaping Mantis Sting: A high attack from above the target while both daggers are held in one hand in order to stab the target either in the neck or between the shoulder blades... really any type of easily pierced flesh that will allow for a fatal blow.
Fox's Promise: A more stealthy attack, using illusion to execute it. This is a more complicated spell in which it will seem as if the form of Ren is merely executing normal attacks with her daggers, but instead she is readying her Fox's Promise. The attack consists of an area effect, with several shadow daggers, along with her own surround her body before exploding outwards and striking any person unfortunate enough. It is a very taxing maneuver and Ren will not use it unless she knows that it will bring down her target.

Deadly Arts
Dancing Daggers: An attack to cause massive blood loss in target by using several lacerations along their body. The wounds can range from either an inch deep, to a quarter inch deep. Ren goes into a half-frenzy in order to gain enough speed in order for her hands to preform the attack.
Enduring Toxin: A spell which conjures poison to her blades from the signets hidden on her body.
Shroud of Silence: An ability of concentration that allows for no spell to harm the assassin. All magical attacks are null and void, however, this merely lasts for a short term. It also exhausts her ability to use any higher ranked skill and rest must be taken in order to restore her endurance.

Shadow Arts
Shadow Form: Allows the assassin to take a body of shadow, merely a simple silhouette of themselves instead of flesh. This however, is merely an illusion meant to create a distraction to the enemy in order to either place a calculated attack, or evade from combat.
Shroud of Distress: A skill which allows the assassin to heal rapidly though very painfully. During this process the assassin cannot endure combat leaving them vulnerable to attack completely.
Dark Escape: An ability that allows for more illusionary tactics, causing the attacker or target to believe that the assassin has taken shadow form in order to travel into the ground beneath their feet. However, once again, this is merely a trick of the mind and no such event ever occurs.

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Fire - All fire spells are weak against Water.
Conjure Flame: With the unnatural ability to call upon the elements, the assassin is able to conjure fire without a catalyst or an existing source. Depending on how long it is prepped, the spell can either be very powerful or very weak.
Lava Arrows: Magical and conjured arrows of molten lava that are hurled at a target. This attack is mostly used for distraction in order to get up close and personal so that the assassin can use her deadly skills of the blade. These arrows can burn, or melt many things and is especially harmful or deadly to biological matter.
Double Dragon: This is the most powerful fire spell that available. Two twin dragons are summoned which are made completely from flame. They are at the assassin's beck and call. Depending on how long the prep was depends on how long they survive and how powerful these two become. Entire buildings have been consumed before because of this spell alone.

Earth - All Earth spells are weak against Air.
Armor of Earth: This ability allows armor to thicken with the strength of the earth itself. There are no many spells or weapons that can penetrate armor after such a spell has been activated. Enchanted items however, of course, have their strengths and are more likely to be able to puncture through the armor.
Dragon's Stomp: A quake spell which ranges from being very powerful to very weak depending on its prep time. It sends a shockwave through the very earth and stimulates tectonic plates in Terra's crust to create earthquakes with precise aim.
Grasping Earth: A manipulation spell in which allows the assassin to attempt to grasp the very body of her target using tendrils and hands made from the earth. Its goal is to bind the target and render their movement to nothing.

Water - All Water spells are weak against Earth.
Conjure Frost: The assassin is able to create ice and front on a whim and at her pleasure whether in combat or daily life. Depending on prep time, the spell can range from a full blown out ice storm to nothing but chilling a glass of water.
Ice Spear: With this spell, a long spear of almost unbreakable ice is conjured. It is mostly used to hurl at an opponent to impale them.
Ward Against Harm: This is a very well used spell. It throws up a protective barrier. It is not used to completely leave the assassin undamaged, but to soak up most of that damage.

Air - All Air spells are weak against Fire.
Conjure Lightning: As with the other elements, this too is able to be conjured with the magical manipulation of air. Depending on the prep times used the spell will either be very powerful or very weak: ranging from mere static to full blown lightning storms of wrath.
Lightning Touch: This is a close combat spell used to shock an opponent while also using her assassin abilities. It is not a very good spell and not powerful whatsoever, yet used often by the assassin.
Blinding Flash: This is used to either stun a target or to create enough distraction in order to retreat.


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"And so you killed me Ren Kamakt, but forever shall I haunt you in your very core. Forever shall you carry what I was in your spirit. I shall always be a part of you and now you will remain tainted with the power I once held. I will never be forgotten. The Realm of Torment is your world too, and the door way lays behind your eye. Why not unleash the full potential of it? Do you not hear the calling of Greatness? Give into it Ren ... allow me to seize your body and show you the world through my eyes. But I know you are stronger than that temptation. You control all aspects of your life. You are disciplined. But do not forget ... there will come a time that you will be near to the edge of Death and call my name. Until then, I remain dormant and silent. I wait ..." —Rashoumon



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Kamakt zu Heltzer's Story

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And so it was that Ren came upon a fork in the path during her wandering. Arriving at the path, the woman dropped down onto the earth and folded her legs, placing her sword's tip into the ground next to her. Which path to take, Ren mused silently to herself. The assassin closed her crimson eyes and dropped her head while folding her arms across her chest. From then on, Ren listened to the wind, felt the earth beneath her form, and meditated upon the direction which fate would allure her toward.

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Such connection the assassin had with the earth that Ren could feel it move from the wake of a person's footsteps even hear them in her meditative state. Ren's eyes opened slowly as he stopped behind her, remaining in the same position that she had as he approached her. So confident in her abilities to kill, Ren did not need to grasp for her swords or call upon the elements in aid.

The woman turned her head slightly to peer over her shoulder and said," Greetings Traveler. It seems we both have found ourselves at a fork in life. From where do you travel, or should I not ask such questions without knowing your name nor you mine?"

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Jintei's detection of her aura was, indeed, very correct. Ren was a killer of many souls be they man, beast, or an abomination of both. There was an even darker aura lingering around her which was not mortal at all and was focused intensely inside the eye which was concealed with a patch. And the sword at her side held its own sinister one—the sword which allowed Ren to walk the earth as an immortal—ever shifting with a jade hue. But that was left to those could physically see the auras.

"I am Ren Kamakt zu Heltzer, Jintei the Traveler and I sit here to meditate. Meeting a fork in the path of which you walk upon shall lead you in only one direction, not the other. It is not a decision to make lightly," Ren said while shifting her body in order to face this man. A smile greeted him despite her previous demeanor and wise words, giving a feeling of welcome for his company.

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Were it that Ren carried another named Rajazan's Fervor with her, Ren would not have watched Jintei so closely. It was a taboo to touch another's weapon, especially an assassin's but the sword which was pitted into the earth was one that none would want to touch, and if they did, a lesson was learned. It was Shiro's Sword that laid in the ground with such an ominous air around it; the Legendary Vampiric Sword which devours souls and housed a portion of Shiro's own.

Crimson eyes never left Jintei and her smile had quickly ended. The arms that were folded beneath her chest came undone and the woman, with amazing speed, reached out to grab Jintei's wrist. Ren was not to harm him, but to stop him from touching the sword. Too many lives it had claimed by curiosity alone.

"I would not touch the sword if I were you, Jintei the Traveler," the woman said," Only those that are deemed fit may touch it without having their soul fed upon by the spirit which resides inside."

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A scowl painted on her would-be fair features and her brow drew downwards in a threatened manner. However, it was not out of spite Ren was acting as she did but because she was attempting to save this man pain or loss of his soul by the blade. Knowing she had a firm grip on his wrist, Ren pulled harshly down on Jintei's arm forcing their gazes to lock in close quarters.

"I beg you to not touch the blade. I fear for you whether you believe in your soul or not, Jintei," Ren said, her words stern yet holding concern for him; not in a personal manner but as a respect for all living creatures or persons.

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"My eyes have been called many things, but not beautiful. And it is only one that you see and not the other. Do not judge upon something when you cannot see the entire portrait," Ren stated unchanged by the bold nature of Jintei and how close he had gotten. Her heart did not even flutter nor skip a beat as would most women on this earth. Too quick were they to lust after another, garnering some fraction of attention by the opposite sex. Ren was far more disciplined.

Little by little, the assassin's fingers unwrapped themselves from around Jintei's wrist and Ren's arms once again were crossed beneath her chest. The woman sighed and closed her eyes before speaking.

"All men have souls. To not have a soul would mean one would not speak, hear, feel touch, taste, nor see the world around them," she said while her expression relaxed at his request, returning to thoughtfully stoic.

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Ren allowed Jintei to leave and stood away from her. While the man's back was turned, Ren still sat there and raised a hand to her eye. Fingers glided across the stiff fabric of her patch, knowing full well of what laid behind it; a door way. How could a man blindly call such horrific traits she held beautiful and how could a man be so ignorant, Ren thought to herself.

"Strength is what I pray to keep," Ren said softly to the wind and if it reached Jintei's ears, it did not matter. If the woman had lost herself for one moment and gave into the temptation that laid in her eye ... such thoughts sent a shiver down her spine they were so frightening.

"Where do you go, Jintei," Ren asked, lowering her hand and staring up at him from where she sat. If he had walked away by that point, the woman would stand and think to follow him yet hesitate.

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The Imperial assassin thought on his words for a moment and Ren found it odd that she did so. There were not many she came across who could force her mind to work the way Jintei evoked it to do. It was drawing her towards the man as if fate had known this meeting were to come. To follow or not to follow Jintei was her true test. And so, throwing herself into the arms of Fate once again, Ren wrapped her fingers around Shiro's Blade, withdrew it from the ground, and walked to Jintei.

However, she did not stand beside him. Ren instead walked around him and stopped the man from going any further until her question was answered. "Who are you," came the simple inquiry, her one-eyed gaze intense and focused as she bore into his gaze. They became even closer in proximity as she closed in on him even more, not an inch between them left. Jintei was to answer her question. Ren did not leave choice.

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The woman's eye squinted, watching as Jintei's seem to glaze over. She did not know the reason for it nor did she ponder on it. Ren was not a woman to delve into the secrets of others for it cost a dear price; to trade her own secrets.

"It was asked of you," the assassin said simply in reply to his question. It was to be seen soon if he held any honor in him or at least manners when dealing with others. Jintei struck Ren as a lone wanderer, and idly she pondered on his activity with other citizens of the world. Was he truly isolated or did he just seem that way. Ren hoped that none were as lonely as she, no matter her stance of liking them or not.

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"No. It is not," Ren said while still looking up at Jintei, not intimidated by his height. There were many that walked the lands at least head and shoulders above the woman and they too, did nothing to cause fear to build. What she feared from Jintei, however, were the secrets he was blatantly hiding from her just as she did from him. Ren realized that this was why fate had brought their meeting. Fate had brought her a person to confide in, finally paying that steep price of exchange.

"I will allow you to learn of me if you do the same, Jintei," was Ren's offer. It was an offer that had never before been made since being thrust from her home and almost killed. A memory of white snow and bitter cold flew up to the forefront of her mind, but Ren repressed it back to where it came.

"An equal exchange if you wish."

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Ren was left in Jintei's wake, standing there with her blade in hand and an odd feeling of abandonment. She was not about to let him walk away without at least a memory of their meeting. Clenching her jaw and closing her eye for a moment, Ren made sure this was the decision she wanted to make. There was no going back after. Cursing silently, the assassin turned to face the man walking away from her and raised her voice so that Jintei could hear.

"It is a gateway to the Realm of Torment bestowed upon me at the killing blow of my Oni opponent. I will not speak his name for to do so would be to call upon him and his great power. My eye is why I wish to hold onto the strength that I retain. One slip and it would destroy me and many others," Ren said, still not moving a single inch.

How Jintei was to react to such a revelation of the assassin's nature was out of her hands. Ren steeled herself and stood without regret of her confessions. What had been said was said. There was no taking back the past and now the woman could only learn from the consequences soon to come and those still farther away on the drift of time.

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It was the first time that genuine and extreme emotion had been shown on Ren's face. However, it was most likely not the emotion that Jintei wished to see in response due to his advances—the reasons for that was lost on the assassin. She knew nothing of intimate relationships with men or women. She was an assassin. All Ren knew was how to kill others.

Shock was vivid on her face. That singular eye opened wide and danced between Jintei's own. And then the man leaned in to whisper in her ear, allowing her face to calm and return to stoic. Only then had she noticed her fingers again wrapped around Jintei's wrist in reaction to him grabbing her. Sometimes her trained instinct as a killer was frightening.

Ren's discipline was faltering. This was a situation that had never been presented to her before and Jintei did shake the very foundations of all that the woman believed in. Her heart began to quicken within her chest as well as her breath.

When the man finally loomed back into her vision, Ren meet his gaze. She simply said," You are not the only one cursed to walk the world and those beyond. I have been to the Realm and I was born here, but I belong to neither. I fear we were fated to meet each other and for me to end us both, Jintei."

And it was a great fear for Ren knew that she could very well end the existence of them both by uttering a single name.

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'Let's walk a cursed life together then,' Jintei had said and those words rung through the assassin's ears like large bells echoing across the monastery. Ren did not know her true feelings of such a suggestion, or an offer. Yes, she had been fighting for his company for some time now but to extend that beyond this first meeting, Ren did not know if she wanted it. But deep down the answer was already had. The longing of someone to be near had caught up with Ren whether she realized it or not.

There was a great shift coming to her being, and Ren was blind to it.

The Canthan looked down at the blade in her hand. So many times had she seen it as an extension of her hand as it cut through the bodies of others. How strange it was that Ren never reacted as the blood of her victims painted her form in crimson. And how odd it was now that she saw Shiro's Blade was nothing but a curse, forcing her to live beyond her true age and not show the signs of wisdom on her body. Ren appeared as nothing but a child, but her body lied to all that looked upon it. The only hint to her real age were the words spoken by Ren.

Staring down at the ground, Ren made her final decision and nodded to herself. This was her path. It had been laid down before her. It was time to prove her courage and follow it, wherever it may lead. The assassin turned her eyes onto Jintei and her feet carried her to him. Ren stood there in silence and said not a word, waiting for him to travel. Not even his request was followed; there was no removing the solemn expression on her face. Not even when they began walking to nowhere in their wandering.

For now, Ren was his silent companion and would not speak for a very long time, even if he attempted to garner speech from the woman. She had much to think upon while she kept at Jintei's side.

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The two new companions had wandered far from where they had met in the path fork. Ren had still remained silent the entire time, not uttering even the smallest of sounds from her lips. With all her brooding on her thoughts, the woman had not come to any specific conclusions. The assassin had even forgotten what it was that spurned on her pensive state. All she did was remain at Jintei's side, walking beside him, and glanced a few times to the much taller man.

Surely the Wanderer at Ren's side was growing tired of Ren's vow of silence. Why have a companion at one's side if they did not speak even a single word but only follow?

Ren drew her clothing around her more tightly as the bitter bite of frost clung to her. Her breath was visible in the air and ice had formed in portions of her hair. The woman was freezing. She had not seen winters this harsh in her entire life. Not even in Cantha. It was taking a toll on the woman but she remained firm and strong. Weather would not beat nor kill her. It only made her voicelessly miserable.

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Ren was snapped out of her meditative state when the burden of Jintei's coat was laid onto her shoulders. The assassin had lost all sense of what her surroundings were and it did not come as a shock to her when she had flinched. For the first time, the assassin had been caught unaware. Jintei's words did not even register in the woman's mind until they had passed onto the next.

"I am perfectly capable of keeping myself warm, Jintei. I have many talents that I have yet to reveal to you," Ren came, her voice cracked and broken. It was a wonder how she even managed to speak with such a voice and for the condition of her throat. It was not sickness she had, but Ren was literally that cold. It hurt her lungs with each breath to take in the frigid winter air.

"I am merely retaining my discipline and not indulging in my elemental arts. And the wood here is too wet from the frost to light with flame, it appears. It would draw on much of my energy to hold a flame for hours on end, even if a small one," Ren said, her voice a little better off but by only a single fraction.

Even while she denied warmth and rest, Ren stopped and waited to see what Jintei would do. The look in her eye said it all: she was not about to admit they needed to rest first.

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It was almost a relief when Jintei had admitted they both needed to stop for a period of time instead of her. Pride was something that Ren could not let go so easily. She had always been taught to keep it close to herself and cherish her accomplishments. It went all too well with her disciplined, stubborn nature, and with the achievements earned in her years in Cantha.

Curiously Ren watched Jintei with her singular crimson eye staring at him. He was listening to the earth. The assassin had not pegged Jintei to be an elemental man or one who would pay such respects. Many people who walked this earth had forgotten the forces which allowed them to live. Ren did not.

When Jintei moved, she followed. The snow crunched beneath her soft shoes with each step. There was no need for secrecy. Ren doubted any life could be found in such a desolate wasteland aside from the flora which seemed to be preserved in ice.

As an obstacle was presented to them both, Ren nodded. She could move the boulder easily yet with its size, the action was going to be taxing on her body while she remained in her condition. Walking to the large rock, the Canthan placed her frozen fingers upon it and closed her eye. There were silent words mouthed by her lips. And then with a gentle push, it moved a considerable distance to reveal the cave entrance hidden behind.

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Ren nodded when Jintei mentioned they could stay in the odd cave. She had not expected it to be so … established and well furnished. At best, the assassin would have assumed clean drinking water and some dry wood but it appeared this was some sort of hideout for another person or people. It almost felt wrong to stay inside but Ren needed to in order to survive or at least prevent her body from freezing solid. It would not have been pleasant to spend immortality waiting to defrost.

"How did you know this place was here, Jintei," Ren asked him, looming near and watching him settle onto the harsh bed.

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Ren nodded again and knew that he needed to sleep as she did. Even the immortal did such menial tasks as partake in slumber. Choosing not to lay prone upon a bed, she maneuvered around and sat at the edge of Jintei's chosen slab and leaned up against it. His coat provided the extra warmth she needed and Ren wrapped it around her form to encompass it fully. Tilting her head downward, she too had gone completely silent and fell into sleep.

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The Canthan slowly opened her eyes as the air moved around her. It appeared that Jintei had awakened. Ren watched him move around and finally create a fire in the hearth which was welcomed. Any warmth was welcome at this point. It was a burden to think of how one must travel back through the frost in order to leave it, lest they remain in the cave forever.

Unfolding her arms from beneath her chest, the assassin stood and removed Jintei's long coat from her body. She had used the article of clothing long enough and it was only right to return it to its owner. There wasn't a single sound as Ren moved across the room and then, finally, set the coat on his shoulders as he had done for her. Fingers, merely the tips of them, lingered on Jintei's shoulder. So light was the touch, he may not have noticed.

"Will you tell me your story now," Ren asked in a quiet tone. One that was much different than the first time the two had met each other. She awaited his answer, standing there behind Jintei, and looking down on him.

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Her fingers slid from contact with Jintei and then Ren moved around to settle down beside him on the stone floor. A hand rose and she tucked damp hair behind her ear. It wasn't long before the fingers which had grace Jintei were placed over her eye patch.

"I slept," was Ren's answer to the man's question. Her crimson eye fixed itself on the fire before her, the light reflection in her iris, dancing. The woman missed viewing the world with both eyes. It created a sorrow so deep inside her that Ren felt the stab of missed beauty with each moment her eyes were open. And so, the woman pulled the cover off her face and stared at the fire with both eyes.

If Jintei had looked over on his left, he would see the unveiled right eye. It was barely open but even that small sliver showed it was nothing but a black pool. Red began to well up around her bottom lashes as if tears; they were. It had been so long, Rashoumon's eye was painful beyond words to open fully. It made her body tremble.

… but she could watch the fire dance and the embers rise. It was beautiful.

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The Canthan assassin remained where Jintei had left her. However, the woman stood up. Reaching beneath the flexible plates of her armor, Ren unfastened the straps and allowed them to fall to the slab beneath her feet. Her gloved hands them tugged at the partial face mask she wore and removed it. There were not many times that the assassin did leave herself without armor or concealment. She was beginning to trust Jintei.

Stooping, Ren picked up her armor from the ground and laid it on the table nearby. Such care she had when the woman handled the Imperial armor. That armor alone stated that she was no ordinary assassin, at least in her lands. She was an assassin of the Emperor, the elite of the deadly elite. So many lives had she taken in the name of the Emperor.

All of her weapons had come next. Ren placed them methodically on the table next to her protective gear: her Unques of the Oni, Shiro's Sword, throwing knives, shruiken, and a clutter of signets. The only piece which was missing was Razajan's Fervor. The blade was missed. Shiro's Sword was frightening to Ren but one must wield a weapon …

The woman stood there, clad in nothing but the grab she wore beneath all the concealing armor; low cut and made of silk, colored crimson and black. She spied a kettle in the corner, and Ren moved to it, placing it on the fire. It did not take her long to acquire large chunks of snow and ice from outside and melt them down into drinkable water. As the water began to boil, she dipped a cloth into it and cleaned off the red liquid leaking from Rashoumon's eye.

Using her other hand, Ren pulled down the disheveled knot in her hair and let her tangled strands fall free. The woman began to groom herself, not having a proper place to do so while traveling the roads of this world. When Jintei was to come back, it was as if another person entirely was kneeling before the hearth. A woman and not an assassin.

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Ren was dragging a comb through her long strands of black hair. It was made from the finest jade from the solidified Jade Sea. It was a piece of history that ran through her hair. The sea had been frozen by Shiro during the Betrayal. Ren stopped combing her hair and looked at Jintei, who seemed oddly perplexed and stunned.

Her right eye still barely open, Ren continued to look at him from over her shoulder and dropped her hands into her lap.

"Is something wrong, Jintei," the woman asked him, oblivious to his thoughts.

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"I have always been a woman, Jintei," Ren stated while rising from the floor with the grace of an assassin. She walked to the table and set down the heavy stone comb which would never again serve as decoration in Ren's hair. And then the woman moved towards Jintei, standing at his side as the woman always did.

"Does it disturb you," Ren asked him while peering up at the taller man. That black pool which served as an eye opened to a half-way point but did not weep. Ren had adjusted to the pain. Bringing her hands up, cold fingers reached up for Jintei's face to hold between her hands. If allowed it would come to pass, but if not, Ren would just retreat her hands without words.

Either way, her right eye opened fully and the aura of its power emanated darkly and in a condensed manner. But Ren could see him. She could see Jintei; the man fate had led her to and the one she now followed.

"I can be an assassin again if that is what you wish," the woman said with such a gentle tone in her voice. How could this woman before him be the same killer he had met on that path fork?

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The woman's thumbs grazed along the cheeks of Jintei's face. Ren felt the texture of his skin and committed it to memory. Why? She did not know. Not at all. The moment was as confusing for her as it was for Jintei. Those mismatched eyes wandered between his own, back and forth, and then dropped lower on the man's face.

Ren's gaze settled on his lips and a curiosity overcame the woman. What was it like to have another's lips to touch her own, she wondered silently. Though just by the intense gaze she gave to that portion of his visage, it was clear where her thoughts laid. It was even more clear when Ren began to loom closer towards Jintei.

So close they became that Jintei would feel the wash of her breath over his chin. Ren's eyes began to close and her face tilted upward to meet him. And yet, the soft press of the woman's lips against his did not come. Ren merely lingered there and her eyes opened again to see him.

"I will be what I am. A killer," the woman said before releasing him and turning away from Jintei.

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When Jintei had returned to the fire, he had been speaking to nothing but an unconscious woman. It was not that she had unwillingly passed into such a state, but that Ren had lied to him earlier. The woman had not slept too well that evening and the exhaustion had become too much. Her body laid on its side with knees drawn partly up, dark hair mingling in the brown fur rug beneath her.

Her breathing was even and her body more than relax. It was the first proper sleep that Ren would have in many weeks and one where she was able to lay her body prone instead of sitting up. It was not difficult for the woman to slip into the comforts of dreaming as the light of the fire washed over her.

What skin now showed along her arms, back, chest, neck, and legs showed that Ren had not had an easy path through life. There were multiple scars; some deep and life threatening at one point, and some shallow from merely traversing through her lands. And Ren had a story for each one that painted her body.