Post by Captor Kai on May 20, 2017 21:59:11 GMT
Captor Sanda Kai
Male | 16 | Bisexual | Second Year |
Animal Shifting | Electrokinesis |
POWER DESCRIPTIONS
Animal Shifting---
Similar to the countless of other individuals who hold control over this power in particular, Captor Sanda Kai is enabled the ability to shift into animals- though his specialty his focused and limited to one animal in particular: the fox. Shifting and transforming into a trio of fox breeds is a thought possible and capable for him as of now, as his abilities are seemingly specialized for fox-oriented physiology. While he is perfectly proficient enough within these particular abilities of his to maintain the appearances and pelts of various fox breeds, his go-to form is most commonly the arctic fox, with the fennec fox being a close second for his favorite fox form, and silver being the third capable form- though he often really only seems to uncontrollably take the darker fur and appearance of the silver fox whehe's stressed or upset. It’s due to these biases that his hair and eyes are naturally the current colors that they are as of now, even if he hadn’t been born with the eye color and hair color present within his appearance to this day.
Electrokinesis---
Captor is enabled the ability to compose and manipulate electrical energy and material at will, though this ability had been discovered within the same year that he had enrolled at Aurora Academy and begun his first year- meaning that, as of now, he only has a year’s worth of experience and familiarity with this power. Although he has taken care to train profusely ever since his arrival into the academy, his year’s worth of experience with his electrokinesis is substantially less in comparison to his four years’ worth of experience with his animal shifting. He has decent skill with producing and controlling whatever electrical forms that he musters, though he has become more than used to the occasional mishap and haywire occurrence when summoning his electrical energies. Often times, when he uses his electrical powers, the energy summoned before him takes a white tint by default, though tends to change colors depending on his emotions- making it a good and easy way of seeing his true emotions at many times beneath his all-around energetic and gleeful demeanor.
Similar to the countless of other individuals who hold control over this power in particular, Captor Sanda Kai is enabled the ability to shift into animals- though his specialty his focused and limited to one animal in particular: the fox. Shifting and transforming into a trio of fox breeds is a thought possible and capable for him as of now, as his abilities are seemingly specialized for fox-oriented physiology. While he is perfectly proficient enough within these particular abilities of his to maintain the appearances and pelts of various fox breeds, his go-to form is most commonly the arctic fox, with the fennec fox being a close second for his favorite fox form, and silver being the third capable form- though he often really only seems to uncontrollably take the darker fur and appearance of the silver fox whehe's stressed or upset. It’s due to these biases that his hair and eyes are naturally the current colors that they are as of now, even if he hadn’t been born with the eye color and hair color present within his appearance to this day.
Electrokinesis---
Captor is enabled the ability to compose and manipulate electrical energy and material at will, though this ability had been discovered within the same year that he had enrolled at Aurora Academy and begun his first year- meaning that, as of now, he only has a year’s worth of experience and familiarity with this power. Although he has taken care to train profusely ever since his arrival into the academy, his year’s worth of experience with his electrokinesis is substantially less in comparison to his four years’ worth of experience with his animal shifting. He has decent skill with producing and controlling whatever electrical forms that he musters, though he has become more than used to the occasional mishap and haywire occurrence when summoning his electrical energies. Often times, when he uses his electrical powers, the energy summoned before him takes a white tint by default, though tends to change colors depending on his emotions- making it a good and easy way of seeing his true emotions at many times beneath his all-around energetic and gleeful demeanor.
APPEARANCE
While it may be rather hard to perceive his general build and form from beneath the cloth of his attire, Captor maintains a sturdy, strengthened, and truthfully heavily scarred body as a result of years of intense training and disciplinary routines during the time he spent as a monk. For a boy of his age, he stands at a slightly above average height of five foot seven, all while weighing in at an approximate average of one hundred and forty-seven pounds- with the majority of that weight truthfully being lean muscle that is well-kept through continued, instinctive training, even after all of the time that he has spent away from his prior monastery. When he was first born, his hair and eyes were black and a natural shade of dark brown - seemingly black, too, under most instances - which gave a faint, auburn hue when in the correct angle of lighting. However, throughout the well majority of his life, his hair had been shaved and unseen, and had only been revealed fairly recently within a well-kept and fashioned style in the past year after he had decided to grow it out. As a result of his fox-based shifting powers, he often expresses a pair of fox ears, as well as a tail; both of which would have assumed his natural hair color, as well, if he hadn’t taken care to purposefully shift his hair and eye color alike. Natural due to fox genetics, yet not natural at the same time due to not being his birth default appearance; his hair now is a pure, snowy white, while his eyes are a striking yellow as an influence from the Arctic Fox, as well as a tribute to his older brother.
For the most part, the type of clothing that he wears is often formal; something that could be considered odd for a casual and carefree boy like himself, though also something that he could truthfully care less about. Embracing the other sorts of clothing beyond his old monk robes with opened and gladdened arms, he can often be caught wearing a buttoned-up dress shirt - regardless of if it’s longsleeved, shortsleeved, or even sleeveless - as a first layer, with a tie formed properly and neatly beneath its collar. Over this, he could also be caught wearing a vest, though depending on the weather, said vest may be replaced by a shoulder-padded coat of some sort, instead. For the lower body, he tends to wear a pair of dress slacks and shoes alike, with a belt to keep his pants up, and a chained pocket watch clipped to that belt with the watch itself tucked neatly into one of his back pockets. Upon his arms and hands would be a pair of fingerless leather gloves that scale up towards the center portions of his forearms before ending. Alongside this, he can also be caught wearing a black mask upon the lower half of his face, lined by golden threads- though sometimes, the mask will be down to reveal the entirety of its face as it rests upon his neck and collarbones, instead.
While not an accessory, there is one thing - or rather, a creature - that he can always be seen with: a small fox kit. Fully knowing of the fact that pets aren’t allowed in the dormitories, he has simply made do with sneaking it in and giving it a home; allowing it to sleep on his bed when he attends classes, and to keep quiet when it hears sounds in the hallway. On uncommon occasion, he also brings it in his bag, where it normally keeps quiet and sleeps until he reaches his lunch break. When it isn’t in his bag or his dormitory during the school day, it is often with him as he’s outside taking a nap- and could commonly be seen sitting and lying on his shoulders as he walks around after school and when he isn’t inside the campus buildings. As a further tribute, he named the kit Zarni, and could often be caught talking kindly to it during the times that he spends outside.
For the most part, the type of clothing that he wears is often formal; something that could be considered odd for a casual and carefree boy like himself, though also something that he could truthfully care less about. Embracing the other sorts of clothing beyond his old monk robes with opened and gladdened arms, he can often be caught wearing a buttoned-up dress shirt - regardless of if it’s longsleeved, shortsleeved, or even sleeveless - as a first layer, with a tie formed properly and neatly beneath its collar. Over this, he could also be caught wearing a vest, though depending on the weather, said vest may be replaced by a shoulder-padded coat of some sort, instead. For the lower body, he tends to wear a pair of dress slacks and shoes alike, with a belt to keep his pants up, and a chained pocket watch clipped to that belt with the watch itself tucked neatly into one of his back pockets. Upon his arms and hands would be a pair of fingerless leather gloves that scale up towards the center portions of his forearms before ending. Alongside this, he can also be caught wearing a black mask upon the lower half of his face, lined by golden threads- though sometimes, the mask will be down to reveal the entirety of its face as it rests upon his neck and collarbones, instead.
While not an accessory, there is one thing - or rather, a creature - that he can always be seen with: a small fox kit. Fully knowing of the fact that pets aren’t allowed in the dormitories, he has simply made do with sneaking it in and giving it a home; allowing it to sleep on his bed when he attends classes, and to keep quiet when it hears sounds in the hallway. On uncommon occasion, he also brings it in his bag, where it normally keeps quiet and sleeps until he reaches his lunch break. When it isn’t in his bag or his dormitory during the school day, it is often with him as he’s outside taking a nap- and could commonly be seen sitting and lying on his shoulders as he walks around after school and when he isn’t inside the campus buildings. As a further tribute, he named the kit Zarni, and could often be caught talking kindly to it during the times that he spends outside.
PERSONALITY
Upon first glance and encounters, many could consider Captor to be the type that shamelessly and nonchalantly wears his heart on his sleeve nearly minute of every hour and day, for a well majority of his life- nowadays, at least. Rather erratic and spontaneous when it comes down to it, he would be the type to sprint around with limitless energy and enthusiasm, and would almost always be caught wearing a bright, carefree smile upon his lips towards most that he encounters. The optimistic type; he seems to prefer to only see the good and positive within a person unless they had explicitly done harm and wrong alike, and his general glee has a high chance of proving infectious towards many that he meets and interacts with. Alongside this, he normally has little to no boundaries whatsoever, and enjoys being close to others- both physically and metaphorically. Be it towards a new acquaintance or one of his best friends, he tends to greet others within an abrupt tackle or hug from behind before clinging and laughing onto them, and would treat their reactions in fun and good humor even if the subject in question had lashed out, quickly leaping back due to swift reaction times before being able to have been stricken more times than not before brushing matters off and attempting to settle the situation as a joke. Should the person that he greeted in such a way continue to act bitter towards him, he would likely give them a curious look before smiling again and moving the conversation forward without much of a seeming thought for seriousness. Interactions with him are often interesting to say the least due to his general lack of shame, as well as his tendency to act on impulse.
Despite how casual and leisurely he appears to be on normal occasion, however, it would be unwise to assume that he feels no sense of urgency or seriousness at all. Truth be told, his persona as described above is somewhat of a mask for him, and although it is true and natural for the most part nowadays, it is more of a sort of facade that he built as a result of the last words that his older brother had spoken to him before he entered and enrolled within Aurora Academy. Beneath his common and ongoing enthusiasm and optimism alike, Captor is truthfully a rather thoughtful and observant individual. Amidst his outbursts, he tends to notice the smallest of details - ranging from the smallest fidget of discomfort exhibited from another, to the various expressions that others give in reactions to certain things - and is actually rather keen when it comes to thinking logically, but often only exhibits such qualities of his when it is absolutely necessary to exhibit them. Otherwise, he will ever only give faint and quick hints towards his logical and serious side, leaving little to no time for a conversation partner to question him, and quickly dodging around any and all questions with his energy once more if they are ever asked of him.
When he is alone, however, one could often catch him displaying traces of this thoughtfulness from afar. Two of his favorite pastimes are watching the skies and taking hikes- with the preferred time of day for both being during the later evening. Should someone catch him walking around or lounging around upon the ground with his fox friend, then they may very well find him not wearing his mask, which would give way to an uncharacteristic expression upon his face: emotionlessness. Rather than the smile that he wears nearly every day, his lips will be formed within a distant look, and during these times, he often spends his time thinking about his family in general; regardless of it is about his father and his secret disapproval of him, or his brother. That being said, familial matters are one of the primary things that are actually rather sensitive to him and can cause a crack in his happy demeanor for a split second before he continues on with his day. Another thing that could cause him to falter for a brief moment would be witnessing or hearing about harassment and other rumors of the sort, as he had experienced somewhat extreme versions of the aforementioned scenario when he was a child.
Despite how casual and leisurely he appears to be on normal occasion, however, it would be unwise to assume that he feels no sense of urgency or seriousness at all. Truth be told, his persona as described above is somewhat of a mask for him, and although it is true and natural for the most part nowadays, it is more of a sort of facade that he built as a result of the last words that his older brother had spoken to him before he entered and enrolled within Aurora Academy. Beneath his common and ongoing enthusiasm and optimism alike, Captor is truthfully a rather thoughtful and observant individual. Amidst his outbursts, he tends to notice the smallest of details - ranging from the smallest fidget of discomfort exhibited from another, to the various expressions that others give in reactions to certain things - and is actually rather keen when it comes to thinking logically, but often only exhibits such qualities of his when it is absolutely necessary to exhibit them. Otherwise, he will ever only give faint and quick hints towards his logical and serious side, leaving little to no time for a conversation partner to question him, and quickly dodging around any and all questions with his energy once more if they are ever asked of him.
When he is alone, however, one could often catch him displaying traces of this thoughtfulness from afar. Two of his favorite pastimes are watching the skies and taking hikes- with the preferred time of day for both being during the later evening. Should someone catch him walking around or lounging around upon the ground with his fox friend, then they may very well find him not wearing his mask, which would give way to an uncharacteristic expression upon his face: emotionlessness. Rather than the smile that he wears nearly every day, his lips will be formed within a distant look, and during these times, he often spends his time thinking about his family in general; regardless of it is about his father and his secret disapproval of him, or his brother. That being said, familial matters are one of the primary things that are actually rather sensitive to him and can cause a crack in his happy demeanor for a split second before he continues on with his day. Another thing that could cause him to falter for a brief moment would be witnessing or hearing about harassment and other rumors of the sort, as he had experienced somewhat extreme versions of the aforementioned scenario when he was a child.
BIOGRAPHY
“Everybody cries. We’ve all faked a smile.”
For a good majority of his life, Captor’s life had actually been set for him, with little to no option for consideration of his own opinions.
Born on February 29th to a man and woman named Sein Kai and Eun Dal Song, Captor Sanda Kai is the younger brother of the deceased Zarni Kai, and had never attained the chance to properly meet his mother as a result of being the cause of her death. Following Eun Dal’s death through Captor’s delivery, Sein had withdrawn his prior lifestyle in order to become a Shaolin-style monk after becoming involved within several Buddhist groups whom had migrated to Captor’s birth city - Yangon, which had also been the capital of Myanmar - in order to establish more monasteries and to further extend their reach across the Asian continent. Deeming that he had little to nothing more to lose with the death of his wife, Sein resigned to the ways of a monk after discovering his other companions, and had even gone so far as to drive Zarni to follow suit from a young age. Soon after he had become able to walk and talk, Captor became the third person within the family to inherit the monk’s lifestyle after his father had brought him into the same monastery that he and Zarni had entered.
As a result of the strictness of the disciplinary training one was required to endure as a monk in training, Captor had truthfully been a rather quiet, sheltered, and compliant child when he was younger, alongside physically and mentally solid, as well. With only a meal to eat per day even as an adolescent, his body had become adjusted and accustomed to sustaining itself on minimal sources of fuel and energy, all while continuously building muscle, reflexes, and other things of the sort from the armed and unarmed physical combat training that those of his monastery led him and the other children through. His studying and training was held as an utmost and top priority due to his father’s constant insistence, and even through his free time, he never quite spent time with the other children. For the most part, he ever only really continued to study and train on his own when presented with times capable of being used for leisure, and only ever had sparing, yet bond-inducing conversations with Zarni in rare moments. In addition to that, he held minor, short-lived conversations with his father every so often; most of which specifically and strictly revolved around checking Sanda’s disciplinary and academic progress, and also ended within nothing more than a back-handed compliment in the long run and by the end of things. It was something that Captor had grown accustomed to, though hadn’t quite paid much attention to since it was essentially all that he ever knew. There were, of course, times that he pondered a little bit more upon the reasoning as to why his father had shown his seemingly disinterested and borderline harsh demeanor towards him throughout nearly all of the interactions that he had with him, though due to the aforementioned reason, he simply brushed whatever doubts and thoughts that he had aside in order to resume his studies, and in hopes to finally and sincerely make his father prouder than he had ever seemed up into that point.
Even through the times in which he had been taken from the rest of his fellow monk trainees within the dead of night, he kept this mentality. Even through the times that he had been beaten a little bit more through spars and supposed, extensive versions of his disciplinary training by his father in the dead of night, he still strove to train himself further more, and to put in the extra bits of effort whenever possible to grow stronger and to become closer to perfection as far as the monk disciplinary regimens went. Even through the numerous amounts of bruises and cuts that he had suffered beneath his robes, he endured and simply pressed on and on; through the pain, and through the abuse that he hadn’t quite realized was occurring at the time - or rather, the abuse that he had brought and insisted himself to reject and accept as falsities, despite knowing the truth of the matter deep down - he had forced himself to continue on in hopes of eventual and final acceptance and approval from his father. Each and every session had always been followed by the minor maintenance of a mass degree of newfound wounds- though most of which had always seemed to miraculously heal by morning, much to his surprise, as well as his father’s surprise. In any case, however, such seemingly rapid healing capabilities only motivated Sein to take their private training sessions harsher and more seriously- and so he did, all while knowing that all that Sanda had ever wanted was the approval that he would never get from him.
It hadn’t been until a particular, late night sparring session that he had finally been enlightened to the truth that had been staring him dead in the eyes ever since he could remember.
That night, he and Sein had taken their private training regimen a little bit differently. Rather than engaging within physical and unarmed combat, Sein had taken the liberty of sneaking a couple of swords away from the main area and towards their common, self-proclaimed sparring field off of the shrine campus and further towards the forests surrounding it; something that occurred on occasion, though on a rare one, regardless. He had given Sanda one before swiftly and abruptly initiating the sparring practices, constantly showing him little to no mercy as he often did during their sessions. For sake of leaving no visible evidence of the night, the two had taken the upper halves of their robes off and had bandages readied on the sidelines, and Sein often took this as an advantage and opportunity to become a little bit more reckless with wounds and whatnot. Often times, he aimed for Captor’s hands and wrists to disarm him before giving him a couple more cuts- which is exactly what he did, and seemingly deemed it necessary to take the session an extra mile, even going so far as to train his reflexes even further by striking at him while still recovering from his most recent wounds in attempt to get him to become accustomed to swift dodging tactics. Much to Sanda’s chagrin, and Sein’s truthful lack of surprise, however, these attempts proved to be feeble and futile, and many pauses had to be taken in between disarming sequences for him to be able to pick himself back up.
Many rounds later, and Captor would have given up and resigned from their training regiment earlier than the time it had normally ended, inflicted with various wounds across his arms and upper body alike, and even had several, small, and shallow stab wounds scored into his flesh; ones of the type that hadn’t been fatal, though stung and induced strong and intense amounts of pain regardless. By a certain point, he would have resulted to keeping upon the grass after he had been knocked down one last time, bleeding profusely not from any wounds in particular, though altogether as a result of the sheer amount of wounds that he maintained after that night. Sein had looked at Sanda as he laid on the ground that night, slipping his own robes back on and tossing his sword onto the ground next to him before crouching down. The glare that he was given would remain forever etched into his mind, as well as the following words that he had spoken to him:
“...You’re not nearly strong as your mother. She deserved to live, and you deserved to die.”
Those statements were spoken quickly and within a manner that left Captor pondering them within a half pained and half shocked demeanor as he remained on the ground and watched as his father left, silently leaving him with the responsibility of sneaking the swords that he had taken back into the room that he had taken them from. The tears that flooded his eyes and slipped into the grasses beneath him had been much heavier and in greater amounts than the prior nights during that particular experience, and he had been so drained in physical and mental states alike that he wouldn’t have managed to bring himself back up upon his feet that night if another individual hadn’t been watching from afar. If he hadn’t been there, then Sanda would have resulted to simply laying as he was all through the night, and had been more or less fine with bleeding out from his wounds.
Thankfully, however, that one person that had been keeping an eye on him hadn’t waited to surface until later into the night when he had fallen asleep, much like he had done in the past. While Captor remained curled within the grasses, crying from the emotional pain of the confirmation of his long-time thoughts, as well as the physical pain of his cuts and other injuries, his hidden and previously unknown savior had run out from the shadows that he had been lurking beneath as their father had fully walked out of sight.
His savior and hero, in the form of his brother, Zarni.
At first, all that Captor could feel was both pain and confusion as he heard his brother’s voice call out to him, and such confusion had only been further emphasized as Zarni had gently rolled over, allowing him to see his face. Within a short amount of time, however, the aforementioned pain had begun to fade away, and he eventually found himself able to move enough to see and notice what Zarni had been doing. Through widened, shocked, and interested auburn eyes, he glanced down and trailed his gaze after Zarni’s hand as it gradually moved over his wounds slowly; enveloped within a warm, gentle glow as the injuries that he had received gradually faded away beneath its light. The same night that his father had confirmed his hatred towards him had also been the same night in which he had finally discovered the reason that his wounds had always seemed to heal the morning after each private session that his father held with him. Despite his questions and whatnot, however, he was convinced to keep Zarni’s powers a secret between the two of them for sake of not igniting drama throughout the shrine grounds, and had also convinced Captor to return to sleep while he himself returned the swords to their rightful places that time around.
The following morning, however, drama had certainly and literally been ignited regardless. During the morning which he and his monk companions had been eating after their morning training, a group of ragtag arsonists decided that it would be a fun and nice idea to circle and sneak around the perimeter of the shrine grounds, and had each walked around their respectively claimed portions of the shrine campus to splash gasoline in a trail around it - and, since some of them had gotten lucky enough to step the slightest bit into the grounds, within it - before igniting a match on each of their respective sides before running off and leaving the chaos behind them. Several of the shrine buildings that they had tagged with gasoline burst into flames abruptly and swiftly, leaving little time for those inside to escape before they had become fully enveloped within flames. Some people made it out, like Sanda and Zarni. ...Others like their father hadn’t.
Later that day, the police had found and arrested the group that had committed the crime, though their thwarting hadn’t changed the fact that both Sanda and Zarni had essentially been orphaned as a result of the fiasco, as well as how their home had been charred to burned wood and ashes for the most part. Due to the destruction of the majority of their shrine grounds, those who had inhabited the area had been split up and sent to other shrines within a somewhat close proximity of the first, and the brothers had been thankful and lucky enough to have been sent to the same shrine. However, their new shrine location was within a somewhat distanced portion of the city, where poverty was slightly more prominent, and, in turn, trouble and criminal rates were a bit more prominent, as well.
Regardless, however, a nine-year-old Captor and thirteen-year-old Zarni settled quickly within their new shrine and swiftly indulged themselves within their training routines once more. In the past, Zarni hadn’t quite been able to interact with his brother too much as a result of their father’s looming influence over him, though having been freed from his metaphorical grasp as a result of their initial shrine burning down, he had been enabled more opportunities to converse and interact with his younger sibling at long last. Despite the four-year age gap between them, Zarni had quickly become a more comfortable and morally just father figure to Sanda, all while maintaining his brotherly status, as well. Taking him under his wing and treating him with kindness and care in attempt to compensate for his lost time with him, he managed to gradually nudge Sanda out of the distant and quiet shell that he had built around himself as a result of their father’s treatment towards him, and had managed to turn him into a much more reactive and happy young man through the next three years. Such happiness only increased and emphasized itself upon the discovery of Captor’s fox shifting abilities by the end of those first three years; something that had been gladly and immediately matched with the revealing of Zarni’s own, coincidental fox shifting capabilities that he told Captor he had discovered not too long after his Healer’s Touch, though kept it hidden for the same reasoning that he gave for not allowing others to know about his healing capabilities. By that point in time, however, their bond had been close enough for Sanda to accept a promise with little to no hesitation, leaving them to further explore the other forests that bordered their new shrine within their newly shared fox forms. Through the next two years, they had made a habit of sneaking away from the others in the dead of night in order to lounge about and sleep in the forest, only to quickly return an hour or two before dawn in order to accordingly join within their daily morning training once more. During those times, Zarni had taken care to coach Captor in a way, giving him tips and examples of what to do and what not to do as far as transformations went, as well as how to keep his animal attributes hidden while in human form.
An amount of time after he had turned fourteen, another shrine-related incident had occurred, though this one had been during the latter evening, rather than the broad daylight as the first one had been. While many people had been enjoying their hour of free time before the lights were always scheduled to be shut off, both Sanda and Zarni had decided to use their time that night to take a quick jog around the shrine in order to tire themselves and enable themselves ease when they were actually required to go to sleep later on. Upon the same time that they had reached the frontmost portion of the shrine grounds - specifically where the shrine’s primary donation boxes had been located - they came across another group of poor-looking and dirty teenagers around their age who had been fiddling around with the box lids and helping themselves to the collected money within. Having seen no one else aside from them lingering around the front at the time, both Zarni and Sanda had sprinted over to confront the two of them, and had been quick to be responded to with a few blades that some of the other boys had quickly brandished upon seeing some of the shrine residents.
Both he and his brother were split up temporarily and quickly as the group followed suit; some focusing their attention on Captor, and some focusing their attention on Zarni. In the beginning, they handled themselves accordingly and successfully as they managed to knock several of the boys down one by one. The moment that they hadn’t been sent at them one by one, however, they began having much more trouble.
Eventually, both Sanda and Zarni were forced onto the defensive, grouping together as the other boys used their number-based advantage on them. Given that some time, bruises, and cuts had been dished out upon either sides, a winded and wounded Sanda and Zarni alike would have attempted to escape in order to call upon the other monks deeper into the shrine grounds, though were quick to be caught once more. As a result, the two of them resorted to screaming for the other monks rather than directly running to them- and they had managed to be noticed from afar, though not without suffering from multiple other kicks and punches as they had been restrained. While the other monks had begun to sprint over, however, one of the blade-wielding boys had turned his attention to Captor. Before he could do anything to him, however, Zarni had managed to wriggle away from his captors’ grasps, intervening between Sanda and the person who would have attacked him, and ultimately taking the thrusted blade that was meant for him by the back. Sanda himself watched with shocked and horrified eyes as he secured his hands on his own body, allowing his healing powers to cause him to recover as he was continuously restrained, and while the other boys had gotten to work in attempt to pry him away. Once they had managed to do so, Sanda had been recovered enough to struggle violently against those that kept him restricted, though had ultimately been forced to watch his brother be stabbed and kicked a couple more times after he was thrown to the floor. He eventually broke free and did a quick deal of damage to his restrictors as the other monks finally arrived and managed to capture a couple of the boys, though had done little more as Sanda, within a surge of stress, anger, and ongoing shock alike had abruptly uncovered his second power: his electrokinesis. A sudden burst of electrical energy had been the main thing to shock a majority of the other boys into unconsciousness on the spot, and to also keep the other monks afar with widened eyes as they watched Sanda beginning to sprint after the remaining boys as they attempted to make their escape upon seeing the phenomenon offered before them. Rather than escaping as they hoped, however, they were caught up to by a fox-shifted Sanda just before he began to erupt within uncontrollable and fierce, red sparks, electrocuting them into an paralyzed and unmoving state as they, too, had been rendered swiftly unconscious.
Following that, he had glanced frantically and angrily around for any remaining suspects, though had taken a few moments to actually calm down and finally take heed of the shocks enveloping him. It took a faint degree of pain and effort to wind down due to the sheer amount of energy that he was conducting, though once he was able to do so, he booked it back to the shrine, not caring enough to pay closer attention to the frantic and confused gazes of his other monks as he ran back to the location in which his brother had been laying, only to find out that he was relocated to the nearest shrine building for treatment. Upon hearing such a thing, Sanda had shifted quickly from his fox form, gotten dressed, and booked it to the very building that his brother occupied, only to be met with his weak severely blood-lacking form while a copious amount of other monks had been working to stop the bleeding and treat him accordingly.
By the time that he had arrived and knelt down by his side, however, Zarni had lost far too much blood from the earlier stabbing. Regardless of that, however, he had offered Captor a slight and pained smile upon seeing him, and much like his father’s words had found themselves engraved within his mind, the scene spread before him, as well as the words that he would have spoken to him, would have remained equally as integrated within his intellect.
“You’ve come so far...so don’t you dare lose that smile of yours. If not for yourself, then for me, Nyelayy.”
Captor watched as his eyes closed, though the smile that he wore remained upon his lips.
“Don’t let anything get you down. ...You deserve to be happy. So be happy with no regrets.”
...Needless to say, he took his death extremely hard.
The following morning, he continued on with his training despite what had happened- though at first, the smile that he had promised Zarni had been nonexistent throughout the day. The same occurred through the second day, as well as the third. However, by the fourth day, he had been excluded from his normal regimens as he was introduced to a couple of people visiting from afar. Within due time, he would discover that they had been drawn out to his shrine by word of the powers that he had exhibited, and had come in hopes to bring him to a special school for others like him by the name of Aurora Academy.
He rejected them the first time.
They came during the morning for the next few days, and he rejected them again and again. Admittedly, however, the more that they drew themselves towards him, the more he considered their offer to move. He eventually did end up giving in, of course. Midway into the second week of their persistence, Captor had approached them with a much more silent and thoughtful demeanor, and had ended up accepting their offer at long last on two conditions.
One- he would be given a week to prepare before being transported to the academy.
Two- his brother’s body would leave Myanmar with him, and be buried at a nearby cemetery to the school.
There had been a small deal of consideration to be had as far as the second request went, though it had ultimately became a reality as the scouts agreed to arrange the transport as necessary. Throughout that remaining week at the shrine, Zarni’s body had been prepared for the flight out of the country. At the same time, Captor had gathered himself and his thoughts, remaining silent and pondering upon his brother’s last words within his sorrow.
When the scouts came back for the last time, however, he had fully accepted the promise he had made to his brother, and had greeted said scouts with a bright smile and open state of mind.
He had been quick to enroll and become submerged within his new lifestyle at the Academy, and had also been quick to make use of Semora Hall in order to train his electrokinesis due to it proving to being seemingly more erratic and uncontrollable at first. Through the last two years, he had also embraced a new aspect of his personality for his brother’s sake; the very same one that he had requested of him as an ongoing tribute and memoriam of him.
For a good majority of his life, Captor’s life had actually been set for him, with little to no option for consideration of his own opinions.
Born on February 29th to a man and woman named Sein Kai and Eun Dal Song, Captor Sanda Kai is the younger brother of the deceased Zarni Kai, and had never attained the chance to properly meet his mother as a result of being the cause of her death. Following Eun Dal’s death through Captor’s delivery, Sein had withdrawn his prior lifestyle in order to become a Shaolin-style monk after becoming involved within several Buddhist groups whom had migrated to Captor’s birth city - Yangon, which had also been the capital of Myanmar - in order to establish more monasteries and to further extend their reach across the Asian continent. Deeming that he had little to nothing more to lose with the death of his wife, Sein resigned to the ways of a monk after discovering his other companions, and had even gone so far as to drive Zarni to follow suit from a young age. Soon after he had become able to walk and talk, Captor became the third person within the family to inherit the monk’s lifestyle after his father had brought him into the same monastery that he and Zarni had entered.
As a result of the strictness of the disciplinary training one was required to endure as a monk in training, Captor had truthfully been a rather quiet, sheltered, and compliant child when he was younger, alongside physically and mentally solid, as well. With only a meal to eat per day even as an adolescent, his body had become adjusted and accustomed to sustaining itself on minimal sources of fuel and energy, all while continuously building muscle, reflexes, and other things of the sort from the armed and unarmed physical combat training that those of his monastery led him and the other children through. His studying and training was held as an utmost and top priority due to his father’s constant insistence, and even through his free time, he never quite spent time with the other children. For the most part, he ever only really continued to study and train on his own when presented with times capable of being used for leisure, and only ever had sparing, yet bond-inducing conversations with Zarni in rare moments. In addition to that, he held minor, short-lived conversations with his father every so often; most of which specifically and strictly revolved around checking Sanda’s disciplinary and academic progress, and also ended within nothing more than a back-handed compliment in the long run and by the end of things. It was something that Captor had grown accustomed to, though hadn’t quite paid much attention to since it was essentially all that he ever knew. There were, of course, times that he pondered a little bit more upon the reasoning as to why his father had shown his seemingly disinterested and borderline harsh demeanor towards him throughout nearly all of the interactions that he had with him, though due to the aforementioned reason, he simply brushed whatever doubts and thoughts that he had aside in order to resume his studies, and in hopes to finally and sincerely make his father prouder than he had ever seemed up into that point.
Even through the times in which he had been taken from the rest of his fellow monk trainees within the dead of night, he kept this mentality. Even through the times that he had been beaten a little bit more through spars and supposed, extensive versions of his disciplinary training by his father in the dead of night, he still strove to train himself further more, and to put in the extra bits of effort whenever possible to grow stronger and to become closer to perfection as far as the monk disciplinary regimens went. Even through the numerous amounts of bruises and cuts that he had suffered beneath his robes, he endured and simply pressed on and on; through the pain, and through the abuse that he hadn’t quite realized was occurring at the time - or rather, the abuse that he had brought and insisted himself to reject and accept as falsities, despite knowing the truth of the matter deep down - he had forced himself to continue on in hopes of eventual and final acceptance and approval from his father. Each and every session had always been followed by the minor maintenance of a mass degree of newfound wounds- though most of which had always seemed to miraculously heal by morning, much to his surprise, as well as his father’s surprise. In any case, however, such seemingly rapid healing capabilities only motivated Sein to take their private training sessions harsher and more seriously- and so he did, all while knowing that all that Sanda had ever wanted was the approval that he would never get from him.
It hadn’t been until a particular, late night sparring session that he had finally been enlightened to the truth that had been staring him dead in the eyes ever since he could remember.
That night, he and Sein had taken their private training regimen a little bit differently. Rather than engaging within physical and unarmed combat, Sein had taken the liberty of sneaking a couple of swords away from the main area and towards their common, self-proclaimed sparring field off of the shrine campus and further towards the forests surrounding it; something that occurred on occasion, though on a rare one, regardless. He had given Sanda one before swiftly and abruptly initiating the sparring practices, constantly showing him little to no mercy as he often did during their sessions. For sake of leaving no visible evidence of the night, the two had taken the upper halves of their robes off and had bandages readied on the sidelines, and Sein often took this as an advantage and opportunity to become a little bit more reckless with wounds and whatnot. Often times, he aimed for Captor’s hands and wrists to disarm him before giving him a couple more cuts- which is exactly what he did, and seemingly deemed it necessary to take the session an extra mile, even going so far as to train his reflexes even further by striking at him while still recovering from his most recent wounds in attempt to get him to become accustomed to swift dodging tactics. Much to Sanda’s chagrin, and Sein’s truthful lack of surprise, however, these attempts proved to be feeble and futile, and many pauses had to be taken in between disarming sequences for him to be able to pick himself back up.
Many rounds later, and Captor would have given up and resigned from their training regiment earlier than the time it had normally ended, inflicted with various wounds across his arms and upper body alike, and even had several, small, and shallow stab wounds scored into his flesh; ones of the type that hadn’t been fatal, though stung and induced strong and intense amounts of pain regardless. By a certain point, he would have resulted to keeping upon the grass after he had been knocked down one last time, bleeding profusely not from any wounds in particular, though altogether as a result of the sheer amount of wounds that he maintained after that night. Sein had looked at Sanda as he laid on the ground that night, slipping his own robes back on and tossing his sword onto the ground next to him before crouching down. The glare that he was given would remain forever etched into his mind, as well as the following words that he had spoken to him:
“...You’re not nearly strong as your mother. She deserved to live, and you deserved to die.”
Those statements were spoken quickly and within a manner that left Captor pondering them within a half pained and half shocked demeanor as he remained on the ground and watched as his father left, silently leaving him with the responsibility of sneaking the swords that he had taken back into the room that he had taken them from. The tears that flooded his eyes and slipped into the grasses beneath him had been much heavier and in greater amounts than the prior nights during that particular experience, and he had been so drained in physical and mental states alike that he wouldn’t have managed to bring himself back up upon his feet that night if another individual hadn’t been watching from afar. If he hadn’t been there, then Sanda would have resulted to simply laying as he was all through the night, and had been more or less fine with bleeding out from his wounds.
Thankfully, however, that one person that had been keeping an eye on him hadn’t waited to surface until later into the night when he had fallen asleep, much like he had done in the past. While Captor remained curled within the grasses, crying from the emotional pain of the confirmation of his long-time thoughts, as well as the physical pain of his cuts and other injuries, his hidden and previously unknown savior had run out from the shadows that he had been lurking beneath as their father had fully walked out of sight.
His savior and hero, in the form of his brother, Zarni.
At first, all that Captor could feel was both pain and confusion as he heard his brother’s voice call out to him, and such confusion had only been further emphasized as Zarni had gently rolled over, allowing him to see his face. Within a short amount of time, however, the aforementioned pain had begun to fade away, and he eventually found himself able to move enough to see and notice what Zarni had been doing. Through widened, shocked, and interested auburn eyes, he glanced down and trailed his gaze after Zarni’s hand as it gradually moved over his wounds slowly; enveloped within a warm, gentle glow as the injuries that he had received gradually faded away beneath its light. The same night that his father had confirmed his hatred towards him had also been the same night in which he had finally discovered the reason that his wounds had always seemed to heal the morning after each private session that his father held with him. Despite his questions and whatnot, however, he was convinced to keep Zarni’s powers a secret between the two of them for sake of not igniting drama throughout the shrine grounds, and had also convinced Captor to return to sleep while he himself returned the swords to their rightful places that time around.
The following morning, however, drama had certainly and literally been ignited regardless. During the morning which he and his monk companions had been eating after their morning training, a group of ragtag arsonists decided that it would be a fun and nice idea to circle and sneak around the perimeter of the shrine grounds, and had each walked around their respectively claimed portions of the shrine campus to splash gasoline in a trail around it - and, since some of them had gotten lucky enough to step the slightest bit into the grounds, within it - before igniting a match on each of their respective sides before running off and leaving the chaos behind them. Several of the shrine buildings that they had tagged with gasoline burst into flames abruptly and swiftly, leaving little time for those inside to escape before they had become fully enveloped within flames. Some people made it out, like Sanda and Zarni. ...Others like their father hadn’t.
Later that day, the police had found and arrested the group that had committed the crime, though their thwarting hadn’t changed the fact that both Sanda and Zarni had essentially been orphaned as a result of the fiasco, as well as how their home had been charred to burned wood and ashes for the most part. Due to the destruction of the majority of their shrine grounds, those who had inhabited the area had been split up and sent to other shrines within a somewhat close proximity of the first, and the brothers had been thankful and lucky enough to have been sent to the same shrine. However, their new shrine location was within a somewhat distanced portion of the city, where poverty was slightly more prominent, and, in turn, trouble and criminal rates were a bit more prominent, as well.
Regardless, however, a nine-year-old Captor and thirteen-year-old Zarni settled quickly within their new shrine and swiftly indulged themselves within their training routines once more. In the past, Zarni hadn’t quite been able to interact with his brother too much as a result of their father’s looming influence over him, though having been freed from his metaphorical grasp as a result of their initial shrine burning down, he had been enabled more opportunities to converse and interact with his younger sibling at long last. Despite the four-year age gap between them, Zarni had quickly become a more comfortable and morally just father figure to Sanda, all while maintaining his brotherly status, as well. Taking him under his wing and treating him with kindness and care in attempt to compensate for his lost time with him, he managed to gradually nudge Sanda out of the distant and quiet shell that he had built around himself as a result of their father’s treatment towards him, and had managed to turn him into a much more reactive and happy young man through the next three years. Such happiness only increased and emphasized itself upon the discovery of Captor’s fox shifting abilities by the end of those first three years; something that had been gladly and immediately matched with the revealing of Zarni’s own, coincidental fox shifting capabilities that he told Captor he had discovered not too long after his Healer’s Touch, though kept it hidden for the same reasoning that he gave for not allowing others to know about his healing capabilities. By that point in time, however, their bond had been close enough for Sanda to accept a promise with little to no hesitation, leaving them to further explore the other forests that bordered their new shrine within their newly shared fox forms. Through the next two years, they had made a habit of sneaking away from the others in the dead of night in order to lounge about and sleep in the forest, only to quickly return an hour or two before dawn in order to accordingly join within their daily morning training once more. During those times, Zarni had taken care to coach Captor in a way, giving him tips and examples of what to do and what not to do as far as transformations went, as well as how to keep his animal attributes hidden while in human form.
An amount of time after he had turned fourteen, another shrine-related incident had occurred, though this one had been during the latter evening, rather than the broad daylight as the first one had been. While many people had been enjoying their hour of free time before the lights were always scheduled to be shut off, both Sanda and Zarni had decided to use their time that night to take a quick jog around the shrine in order to tire themselves and enable themselves ease when they were actually required to go to sleep later on. Upon the same time that they had reached the frontmost portion of the shrine grounds - specifically where the shrine’s primary donation boxes had been located - they came across another group of poor-looking and dirty teenagers around their age who had been fiddling around with the box lids and helping themselves to the collected money within. Having seen no one else aside from them lingering around the front at the time, both Zarni and Sanda had sprinted over to confront the two of them, and had been quick to be responded to with a few blades that some of the other boys had quickly brandished upon seeing some of the shrine residents.
Both he and his brother were split up temporarily and quickly as the group followed suit; some focusing their attention on Captor, and some focusing their attention on Zarni. In the beginning, they handled themselves accordingly and successfully as they managed to knock several of the boys down one by one. The moment that they hadn’t been sent at them one by one, however, they began having much more trouble.
Eventually, both Sanda and Zarni were forced onto the defensive, grouping together as the other boys used their number-based advantage on them. Given that some time, bruises, and cuts had been dished out upon either sides, a winded and wounded Sanda and Zarni alike would have attempted to escape in order to call upon the other monks deeper into the shrine grounds, though were quick to be caught once more. As a result, the two of them resorted to screaming for the other monks rather than directly running to them- and they had managed to be noticed from afar, though not without suffering from multiple other kicks and punches as they had been restrained. While the other monks had begun to sprint over, however, one of the blade-wielding boys had turned his attention to Captor. Before he could do anything to him, however, Zarni had managed to wriggle away from his captors’ grasps, intervening between Sanda and the person who would have attacked him, and ultimately taking the thrusted blade that was meant for him by the back. Sanda himself watched with shocked and horrified eyes as he secured his hands on his own body, allowing his healing powers to cause him to recover as he was continuously restrained, and while the other boys had gotten to work in attempt to pry him away. Once they had managed to do so, Sanda had been recovered enough to struggle violently against those that kept him restricted, though had ultimately been forced to watch his brother be stabbed and kicked a couple more times after he was thrown to the floor. He eventually broke free and did a quick deal of damage to his restrictors as the other monks finally arrived and managed to capture a couple of the boys, though had done little more as Sanda, within a surge of stress, anger, and ongoing shock alike had abruptly uncovered his second power: his electrokinesis. A sudden burst of electrical energy had been the main thing to shock a majority of the other boys into unconsciousness on the spot, and to also keep the other monks afar with widened eyes as they watched Sanda beginning to sprint after the remaining boys as they attempted to make their escape upon seeing the phenomenon offered before them. Rather than escaping as they hoped, however, they were caught up to by a fox-shifted Sanda just before he began to erupt within uncontrollable and fierce, red sparks, electrocuting them into an paralyzed and unmoving state as they, too, had been rendered swiftly unconscious.
Following that, he had glanced frantically and angrily around for any remaining suspects, though had taken a few moments to actually calm down and finally take heed of the shocks enveloping him. It took a faint degree of pain and effort to wind down due to the sheer amount of energy that he was conducting, though once he was able to do so, he booked it back to the shrine, not caring enough to pay closer attention to the frantic and confused gazes of his other monks as he ran back to the location in which his brother had been laying, only to find out that he was relocated to the nearest shrine building for treatment. Upon hearing such a thing, Sanda had shifted quickly from his fox form, gotten dressed, and booked it to the very building that his brother occupied, only to be met with his weak severely blood-lacking form while a copious amount of other monks had been working to stop the bleeding and treat him accordingly.
By the time that he had arrived and knelt down by his side, however, Zarni had lost far too much blood from the earlier stabbing. Regardless of that, however, he had offered Captor a slight and pained smile upon seeing him, and much like his father’s words had found themselves engraved within his mind, the scene spread before him, as well as the words that he would have spoken to him, would have remained equally as integrated within his intellect.
“You’ve come so far...so don’t you dare lose that smile of yours. If not for yourself, then for me, Nyelayy.”
Captor watched as his eyes closed, though the smile that he wore remained upon his lips.
“Don’t let anything get you down. ...You deserve to be happy. So be happy with no regrets.”
...Needless to say, he took his death extremely hard.
The following morning, he continued on with his training despite what had happened- though at first, the smile that he had promised Zarni had been nonexistent throughout the day. The same occurred through the second day, as well as the third. However, by the fourth day, he had been excluded from his normal regimens as he was introduced to a couple of people visiting from afar. Within due time, he would discover that they had been drawn out to his shrine by word of the powers that he had exhibited, and had come in hopes to bring him to a special school for others like him by the name of Aurora Academy.
He rejected them the first time.
They came during the morning for the next few days, and he rejected them again and again. Admittedly, however, the more that they drew themselves towards him, the more he considered their offer to move. He eventually did end up giving in, of course. Midway into the second week of their persistence, Captor had approached them with a much more silent and thoughtful demeanor, and had ended up accepting their offer at long last on two conditions.
One- he would be given a week to prepare before being transported to the academy.
Two- his brother’s body would leave Myanmar with him, and be buried at a nearby cemetery to the school.
There had been a small deal of consideration to be had as far as the second request went, though it had ultimately became a reality as the scouts agreed to arrange the transport as necessary. Throughout that remaining week at the shrine, Zarni’s body had been prepared for the flight out of the country. At the same time, Captor had gathered himself and his thoughts, remaining silent and pondering upon his brother’s last words within his sorrow.
When the scouts came back for the last time, however, he had fully accepted the promise he had made to his brother, and had greeted said scouts with a bright smile and open state of mind.
He had been quick to enroll and become submerged within his new lifestyle at the Academy, and had also been quick to make use of Semora Hall in order to train his electrokinesis due to it proving to being seemingly more erratic and uncontrollable at first. Through the last two years, he had also embraced a new aspect of his personality for his brother’s sake; the very same one that he had requested of him as an ongoing tribute and memoriam of him.
> Touken Ranbu; Nakigitsune <
Played By: Liekos
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