Demifiend-inspired Zeraora character.
Brash prince from the desert who likes to punch things really really hard.
Lil backstory wall down below, for any who want to know his deal.
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From birth, Nagenami knew only hardship.
The unforgiving air of the desert brought death with it, and lands dominated by ever shifting sands consigned his mother to an early grave following a hunt gone awry. His many siblings, young and old, perished either from illness or a lack of strength to survive the harsh climate; leaving him the sole heir of his tribe’s leadership before he’d reached adolescence.
How easy it was for all he treasured to be swept away by the gale which brought only destruction. He despised it with all his being.
The years that followed were a solitary existence, and Nagenami came to loathe his father for his weak will. It was his lack of foresight that led to his mother’s death. It was his lack of care which led his siblings to die one by one. It was his cowardice which led their tribe to dwindle amidst a famine and face destruction.
It was all his fault; the work of an inept ruler.
Seeking to surpass the King, the young Prince thrust himself into battle; discarding his trivial responsibilities in favor of growing strong enough to protect his people with his own hands. He soared through the ranks of his own guards, finally matching the most elite of his clan’s warriors, till at last he had grown strong enough to brave the final trial; snuffing out the life of the coward who took everything from him.
Preceding this course of events, the Prince had enacted a forbidden rite to hone the power latent in his blood; glowing brands seared onto his flesh, enhancing both sense and plasmic control. With newfound strength and tempered resolve, he stormed up to his father’s throne, vitrole ablaze in his eyes.
A fight at dusk, a contest of will, a battle for the throne; Nagenami laid out these terms to his father, and the King, for all his fury, accepted in seeking to discipline his son, none the wiser of what he had done.
Strength was, in Kivoha, what determined one’s character… and the Prince would find the King sorely lacking in both. Come the dawn, only he remained standing; claws stained with paternal blood serving as proof of his succession.
Now carrying the mantle as Kivoha’s leader, Nagenami swore to the graves of his mother and siblings he would be the one to carry on their clan’s pride. He would bring his people solace from the desert sands, he would be the one to quell any who dared threaten those under his sovereign.
He would be the one to reclaim the glory of their tribe, the very same his ancestors held ages past – and then, they would finally know peace.
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2 years, 3 months ago
24 Jul 2023 07:32 CEST
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