Yomi Reiketsu

Age: 19

- Kenjutsu 

⚔ Beginnings ⚔

Yomi, born for murder. Born to hate, to obliterate, and to decimate any opposition... What was once lost, and could not be found, arose within him and his future was pre-determined since days immemorial. He inherited the skill of his predecessors. He knew how to get the job done. The only problem was that he came from a shattered time far off in the future, in an alternate reality. In this broken age, the world had grieved the loss of ninja. Ruled by malignant beings more powerful than humans, few clans would see their offspring flourish. However, as the Reiketsu tend to linger, so too does it's children's. It's golden apples... It's aces. 

Seeking prayer in the blood of one of these otherworldly beings who ruled them, would strengthen Yomi, and in the anomaly of feasting life from a being who seemingly sprang up from another world. A world where access into purgatory could be made possible. A paradox would occur and Limbo itself would peek at the boy; whomst grew up in an apocalyptic dystopia cut off from the olden world shinobi were known for. Yomi's sin was too great and he had not prepared for something he could never predict. To him, and to all life in this future, survival was the answer. So now, attempting to burst through Limbo's doors and explore death while clinging to life. Blood of the Dead, he was to be made a ferryman of souls for committing murder on Limbo's native beings. In which both deities of Fate and Death would meet at the cross-hairs.

Standing before the rogue Reiketsu. The two overseers sought to take Yomi as their vessel and make him their new champion. But no clear possession could be made. For light could not allow Yomi to exist without letting the vengeful darkness in with it. In the same way, the darkness in Yomi's heart required that it feed on his light. Corrupting it, or attempting to do so. The loop of control over the Ferryman caused the two to commit to a game, a game where Yomi would be the slave to the demon's wills. 

♠Reaper's Shadow.   ♣Fate's Hand.

With this reality already having been promised to an alien group of beings, an alternate access point was opened up for Yomi which would pitch him not only into a different realm, but an entirely different time period. The age of shinobi, which was all but extinct in the far off future. Having been gripped by being's that ruled life after death, Yomi would be denied Afterlife. No matter what battle he would commit to, he would somehow find that his soul be chained tot he living world, except when deliverance of others could be committed. Yomi hungers for food, but cannot feel satisfied. Thirsts for drink, but drink will not sate. He is a cursed man. What cannot be found, except the dead who look for it. Yomi possesses. He is the Ferryman of Souls, and cuts those down who will not embrace the bitter end. 

Reiketsu, Yomi. Translated: Cold-Hearted Underworld, Yomi's original name and his strength were taken from him, his curse means that with every life he takes, just a little closer to his freedom he will become. Otherwise, he nothing more than a tool. An object, to feed the afterlife. More information on the intentions, and the beings themselves will be acquired over time. For now, they simply speak to Yomi. They are, in a way, nothing more than voices in his head. However, looking at his general appearance. One would know, he is for sure not of this world. Pale as snow, with striking oddities in his hair and eyes, even his outfit. Make him stand-out.