[Sugiura] Ketheldrein Leonhardt :: Eradication's Encore

Let nothing hold what makes you exist back

• Appearance: Ketheldrein is a woman that could be considered easy on the eyes of many. Standing at a height of five feet and nine inches, this shows that she has surprisingly considerable height for a woman. However, her body is built in a lithe and graceful manner, leaving few to doubt the true authenticity of her Caucasian heritage. Her skin is a shade of pink that is inviting, neither too tanned or too pale, and leaves the distinct impression of a soft satin on touch. Her body shape is also inviting, with the hourglass like measure of her hips and waist, and the muscles that adorn her body in a thin looking manner. The muscles aren't readily visible, but easily felt if one were to run their hands over the girl's body. She may seem slim and delicate, but yet there is nothing short of strength in her very structure; her bones are quite solid, and that is noticeable by the sheer amount of shock she can absorb. One of the more remarkable feat of her body is the cleavage that she has present, considering her most famed family's consistency of being flat chested. In fact, they are a little larger then she would like, hitting something along a D-cup. Even though she dislikes how large they are, she seems to have adapted to their weight and such, and even seems to have used them to help in her capabilities. This is when one realizes that Ketheldrein's family does carry a resemblance to her; the fact that her face, next to the king's, looks like two peas in a pod is undeniable. This is done by the high, pointed aristocratic chin, and the piercing eyes. The frank, open and honest visage is really enrapturing if one were to see it as is.

Her lips are the right shade of pink, often the girl having no need for a lipstick, but she can put some on if she wishes. In fact, her gaze is almost as piercing as the King's; her eyes tend to be the colour of amethyst, as many may seem to almost be caught by tricks of the light to say other shades. However, her gaze is drifting to other shades, depending on the situation; this is mostly because she's using a power, or perhaps she's restraining her power even further then she already is. However, some colours seem to come out regardless of using powers or not; such a colour is red, as the light of the human world requires her to adjust her gaze a little bit, since she's restraining her power on immense levels. Her eyes do narrow slightly because of this at times, thus making people a bit.. uneasy with the unusual eye color and the unusual eye pattern. Another gleam to her eye colour is actually a yellow colour; no one is sure what this color means, but many tend to take a step back when it is present; this is due to the fact that the eyes themselves become slitted, like a cat's eye. This may cause others to become uncomfortable around her. Her face is not necessarily one expression or the other; it seems like it could shift at any given moment, almost like the course of a river. Her face has shifting changes depending on her emotions, and Ketheldrein doesn't necessarily have subtle signs on her face; so her feelings tend to come across quite clear most of the time. Ketheldrein's movement are not necessarily trained ones, but most that watch her can tell she was trained in combat; this is because she always has such precise footing and grace. Relatively, it allows her to move along with any clothing, and she just seems to have that knight like aura about her most times; even casually, people tend to be caught towards her. Her beauty isn't necessarily jaw dropping, but it's enough to at least catch a person or two. One trait of Ketheldrein that seems to catch the attention is the lack of letting her hair down; most of the time, the long strands of blonde are wound up in hair designs, like ponytails and such, to keep her hair out of her face. This is usually reflected by her clothing as well, which is the reason why she often has a high collar.

Ketheldrein's taste in clothes vary; it honestly depends on the situation she needs to find herself dressed for. As such, she has several different outfits for several different situations. The first outfit presents itself mostly in her base form; this is for formal Sugiura affairs, royal or otherwise citing her authority in the matter. The main colours in her outfit are a deep slate blue shade of purple, mixed with an amethyst colour, along with gold, a wine red, white and silver. These colours seem to fit Ketheldrein as a whole, and thus she wears them with a large amount of pride, making sure that the entirety of her outfit is seamless. She does wear black things as well, as to help contrast with the entirety of the outfit. She starts with a pure white bra and solid black panties. Her bottom is covered with jet-black stockings, as they are pretty solid to the point of not showing her skin, but are very tight on her lower half. She wears silver armored knee high boots, the length of these also making them heavy. She wears a white blouse on her chest. Her body is covered by a unique coat, having white sleeves but a trench coat like bottom, along with a corseted middle section. The colours on this is generally the slate blue amethyst fusion, bu there is some wine red cuffs with gold in-lines, along with golden edges on her coat's bottom. She has silver pauldrons and a chest-plate as well, with an insignia for the Royal Western house on it. Her collar is high, reaching around her neck, and has a gold embedded amethyst keeping her top shut. She also has numerous golden and orange coloured belts on her hips, to hold in which ever blade she wishes to carry around with her at the time, and wears white gloves on her hands. Surprisingly, she wears a hidden blue ribbon in her hair, to keep it up in the style she normally employs when wearing these clothes; that is to say, a braid that winds in the back of her head, into an upheld style. She also has clips in her hair to make her bangs fall elegantly, and maintains a close appearance to that of her sister-King, Arturia.

However, there is a variation of her Sugiura outfit, generally used for missions in the human world, or even as diplomatic or guardian functions. It is of very similar design to her first outfit, but instead is a mite different in some ways. It is comprised of a white shirt that is tucked into within a blue overcoat, whom is closed. There is a gold and and black lining along the overcoat, giving it a more refined look, and is also quite prominent in design. She wears a dark blue mini dress under the outfit, letting the over coat lanyards float around. However, some have noticed that the mini skirt barely covers her behind, and tends to show a bit more then intended when she bends over or some such. To this outfit, she adds a pair to thigh high black socks, covered with thigh high black boots. These boots have a metallic tip on the nose and end, along with reinforced heels. The boots also have two silver bars around knee level, mostly used to support her actions and such. She also inputs a silver designed comb like item in her hair, to support it in a more relaxed, but still proper version of her usual style. She looks still pretty strong and refined, but this is more relaxed, allowing her less strict interactions. This is often the outfit that her soldiers will see her in, or that she will don for a simple brace of missions; the really important missions require mobility of course.. which this outfit provides.

A secondary appearance that Ketheldrein uses often in her missions, or sometimes around strangers to ease them to what she wants to do, or in specific places, is the clothes she assumed before she found her true name. Most of the Leonhardts of 400 years and older would recognize the outfit as belonging to their maid, Beldrein. The outfit itself is simple; Ketheldrein wears a black bra and white panties, but no stockings. She can put on a long black sleeved shirt under it if it is in a cold place, but she typically doesn't add a shirt under her outfit. She then dons a long red dress, with white under skirts and frills, along with a white apron and maid head band. Her apron makes a large white bow in her back; she may add full white clothes, or fingerless gloves depending on what she is doing, but may forgo this all together to just remain barren on her arms and hands. She wears also bright red high heels. At times, she may wear long black stockings and a garter belt with attached garters; she may also have belts to place needles and other weapons on her legs for easy access, considering the lack of pocket space. Generally, there are other small changes that she may do to the outfit, like a mid corset under the apron, a lap only apron, and other such designs, but generally? She keeps to the general design she has acquired. The apron is typically white, and has no patterns, but she has several different ones, and one of them is pink.. and known as Ketheldrein's nude apron. Generally, when she is wearing these clothes, she unties her hair, and lets it flow relatively freely; however, she locks some of it to hide under her hair, giving it a wavy pattern. Like this, her hair reaches about mid back level. Typically, when dressing like this, Kethel's eyes turn yellow, which is possibly surprising for many people, but also somewhat attractive.

Ketheldrein does participate in a school level activity, however, it's more on a college level then a high school level. However, she still tends to wear a uniform, simply because it is more fitting to do so when going to school. As such, this uniform is comprised of black slip on shoes, that have a light white border on them, and a good grip, in order to keep up with Kethel's use of her body. She also wears marine socks, the socks going half-way up her legs, ending a good couple inches before the knee. These have two versions; made of wool for the winter seasons, or of light cotton for the summer one. She wears white panties and a pinkish white bra with a design on them, because a college girl gets to be frisky, right? She has a red skirt that she can adjust the length of, but it's generally around mid thigh level, in order to not flash anyone accidentally, but not be too long and in the way. The skirt is a bit thicker during the winter months, and tends to be left longer then, in order not to freeze her pretty legs off. She wears a white blouse, that finely covers her body, and seems to be made of good material; it's the same on either season. She has a red tie much like the shade of her skirt, with a golden mark going through it, even forming almost a cross at a point. Her blazer is a very dark turquoise blue, almost darker then marine, and seems to cover her arms as well. It is made of lighter material during the summer, but is a much thicker material during the winter, in order to keep her body warm. Her hair seems to be cut short, but this is not a problem due to how with a simple burst of energy, Ketheldrein can grow her hair back. She also has a small ahoge, as it seemed to crop up when she cut her hair short.. leaving some semblance to her family still. She has two silver cross shaped barrettes on each side of her head, leaving her almost perfectly accessorized; surprisingly, however, her eye colour at college seems to shift to a deep red, almost catching many off guard. Not many of the people at the college have seen Ketheldrein's other appearances, and she goes by a different name when she attends school. This generally tends to be her normal appearance in the human world, since it offers her anonymity, and a cover to keep herself out of trouble.. most of the time. When at school, she also dons a regular fencing uniform for the fencing club, often changing her panties and bra to a black color in order to fit with the style she wants to do.

However, Ketheldrein does have another alternate style for when she wants to visit earth. This is more so for Kethel herself to unwind, and not have to maintain her student identity. She tends to dress super casually; with band t-shirts, and other such relaxed clothes, that just sometimes peak over her belly button, just to tease people. She often wears jeans, and long boots that just feel comfortable when she walks; the jeans tend to be of a blue colour, and the boots are steel toed black ones. To add to this relaxed look, she wears a black collar like necklace, with a silver shaded dog tag hanging from it, but not too much. It seems to very much fit her look, as she also has a wrist band, that looks more like she strapped a belt there. But it's black shaded in color, and has metal lumps of silver on it. These lumps have a coloured center; it's not necessarily stones, but it seems a lot like some sort of cover. Whatever is inside tends to glitters whenever light hits them, but not in a overbearing manner. Ketheldrein also slips on a silver coloured belt, just to accessorize her pants. One of the more notable things about this appearance is the fact that Ketheldrein's nails are actually adorned with nail polish, all of a black colour. She also does wear light make up on her face, but nothing too obvious in order to appear relatively natural. The biggest difference about this look is her hair; Ketheldrein has a lot of it cut and such, to appear natural, but frames her face almost like it would naturally. And more so, her eyes are of her natural colour like this, along with the braid at the back of her hair actually be a small ponytail that drifts all the way down to her mid-drift. In one of her bangs, she has a hair clip that's of two bars, gifted to her by someone precious, or so she says. In fact, this appearance looks almost like Ketheldrein from the court, but not, so it makes it easy for those in the human world to recognize Ketheldrein in the court too. This is why she uses it; to be able to travel as herself, but in the human realm.. and not stand out like a super sore thumb to boot.

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Ketheldrein to the human world.
Kethel in her more relaxed sugiura outfit
Kethel's nude Apron [NSFW]
Kethel's school outfit (after being molested.) [NSFW]
Kethel in a training uniform at school. [NSFW]






• Personality: Ketheldrein has an immensely complex personality. As a person, she seems to be relatively unstable, perhaps due to the origin that she holds within her. With further messing around with Kakeruru Leonhardt, her younger brother, she also now has a branching Origin as well. This does almost no good to her mental and emotional stabilizing, and thus, she is relatively more unstable then the average Sugiura. In fact, Ketheldrein is duly noted amongst the Sugiura for her excessively hot temper, and her fiery passion. This said, Kethel herself refers to certain traits and tendencies to ''modes''. These modes, in general, seem to hold many composing aspects of her personality, and as a whole, comprise the entirety of Ketheldrein. These modes tend to be situational, and often work on the synergy of people. A perfect example is that, even in a court setting, she would still react the same to Kakeru and Feraki.

Ketheldrein has a few general traits that she seems to keep no matter in which personality mindset she is in. First and foremost? It is her ever present will. She is an extremely stubborn person, and unless she understands things, she may buck and not give ground. However, the girl has an easy comprehension; not necessarily logical, but Ketheldrein is capable of easily assimilating new concepts, ventures and ideals within mere seconds. Her mind is quick, as she often seems to understand things faster then most, and has no trouble applying knowledge she has just learned. The Leonhardt is also known for her purity of heart, as her feelings are always genuine, no matter what she thinks. Her heart is pure in a way that no matter if she loves, or hates, those feelings are just that. Kethel is also known for her overwhelming pride; although initially, she doesn't seem to have much pride, being pretty shameless in most of her attitudes, she actually does. She holds pride in her family the most, and can be easily incited to anger by insulting them. Protective generally of her family, Ketheldrein has demonstrated a strangely unusual technological comprehension. Considering her family's lifestyle, one would assume that they know next to nothing about technology. And in most cases, they would be right. However, Ketheldrein herself seems to cast this to the winds. She has enough technological knowledge to construct an advanced, sentient motorcycle. Of course, she asked for the help of Sensaiki Yuudeshi to help further her motorcycle's abilities, but the base frame, adaptation and software writing was Ketheldrein's own.

She has a fast reading pace, and a fast writing one, and seems to be able to do this in concise, precise manners. This is because Ketheldrein has an easy capacity to remember things; the blonde is capable of remembering some of the weirdest things at times. It's not that she has an eidetic memory, although she's extremely close to it. The blonde actually had done many memory exercises as a child, and learned how to generally adapt to constantly absorb new knowledge, as if that child like sponge of learning things had never cleared. And her absolute stubbornness in learning does help with this. The girl is definitely not afraid to go out and learn something, and loves doing things hands on so to speak. She has a generally kind perspective on things, even if she seems a little bit harsh as a person. She tends to think good of people, regardless of what her other things say, and has unbreakable faith in her family. However, even with the faith, she still has a lightly fragile psyche, remembering being abandoned as a child. This is a fear that Ketheldrein hides; in fact, almost all of Kethel's negative emotions are hidden by her. She dislikes to display her weaknesses, and thus only a few people get to see the actual things that hurt her the most. Unfortunately, the girl has an expressive face when her guard is down, such as around her family. She also has a hard time showing proper love and affection, often resorting to relatively questionable methods to show her feelings. Ketheldrein also has no concept of personal space, having no fear to walk directly into someone's face if she has to. The girl seems to be also sometimes extremely oblivious, depending on what's going on. In all, Ketheldrein's family seems to be an Achille's heel.

However, considering how fast Ketheldrein adapts to new situations, problems and areas, one could say she's almost capable of anything. That isn't true, but she has a personality that she'll try it at least once or twice, to get it down. Even then, she might just keep going until it's really obviously not possible. Even though Kethel's modes tend to be more cool-headed, the girl is still a very emotional person. She tends to react first, think later. Working mostly on intuition and instinct, Ketheldrein seems to have an almost sharp instinct for certain things. Such as lies, secrets or someone with an ulterior motive. In many ways? This easy way of understanding people's reactions and how they work tend to make others ill at ease. Ketheldrein seems to often point stuff like this out, no matter who it is or what the situation is. She cannot seem to stand flaws that are obviously there, ready to be fixed, and that no one seems to see them. However, if it concerns herself, this scrutinizing radar seems to collapse on itself, and disappear. In a way, Ketheldrein doesn't think of her existence as worthy to be aware of, and concentrates mainly on her family, or people she cares for. Kethel is also known for being rough, and sometimes rude. She doesn't seem to hold back her punches, even when she should, and is very brutally honest. To her, if one doesn't hear the truth, the brutal reality of it, one will never be able to change and improve. Constantly willing to help, even though she hides her own emotions, Ketheldrein seems to have a vibrant expressive way of being.

She likes looking pretty and having a few luxuries; she cannot deny that. She does get quite irritated if she's not allowed to bathe, or at least make herself presentable for a while. At the same time, she has a relatively lax hold on herself. What looks presentable to her, and what it is to others tend to be vastly different concepts. The girl also seems to be quite unique, considering that although she loves to look good, if she is committed to whatever she is doing it doesn't matter. As said early, Ketheldrein doesn't pull her punches; that is meant quite literally. Kethel doesn't seem to understand that her passion, and her intense will may be overwhelming to others. Surprisingly, considering the way she acts at times, Ketheldrein has a high set of morals. Many people don't necessarily understand exactly what Kethel will not do, but the girl is not necessarily afraid to do what most considering morally wrong. However, Ketheldrein has problems with things that seem to be almost bothersome to most. For example, she judges people that choose to hide their real selves for a mask. She also has a hard time understanding people that quit things easily, or people that tend to abandon things that they justify logically. It just seems so ridiculous to her that people are like that, that sometimes it comes out in blunt judgement, and tends to taint her attitude towards seemingly hate. But Kethel doesn't hate, or hold grudges, unless someone has given her a good reason to.

This is the first of Ketheldrein's many modes. It relates to her title as the ''Rose of May'' the best. This one in concept seems to be related mostly to Kethel's personal opinion of herself. She is a lot more studious and quiet in this mode. In fact, one could say she's almost unexpectedly gentle and soft. But the truth of the entire design is beneath the skin; Ketheldrein, in this mode, doubts her very own existence. This said, she is intensely depressive, and tends to push away help more so then normal. Where as before, it is out of pride, now it is out of self-loathing. She seems to be mostly abusive to herself in this state, and relatively leaves herself to be harmed, or hurt in anyway she can think of. Although she may have faith in her family, Kethel doesn't trust their words. In this state, speaking to her, trying to appeal to her via words, works next to nothing. She would rather see actions. This is the side of Ketheldrein that constantly doubts, worries, and even quits at things easily. Almost a 180 of her normal attitude, often many tend to say she is out of character. Yet, this self-loathing gets so intense, to the point where she can become suicidal. The girl is slightly emotionally dependent on her family, and when she gets into this mode? This becomes more then obvious. She cries a lot more as well, and seems to cling to just about any family member that crosses her path. Unfortunately, combined with her almost advanced perception, the girl seems to be capable of manipulating her family members, and generally makes them feel guilty about not taking care of her, or another false failing. She is also often seen as the type of girl, in this mode, to become almost an attention whore. But this is done in such a way that many might consider this almost Yandere-like in nature. This is because she becomes very possessive, and focused on a single target, devoting so many things towards them that eventually, she feels unappreciated and starts lashing out. In general, Ketheldrein doesn't get into this mode often, but it's very stressful in general. She also seems to show signs of an extreme guilt complex.

This mode of Ketheldrein's mind seems to be related to her title as Brand of Aelir. This is a mode that few get to see; however, when it comes out, most understand that things are not bad, but very dangerous. Kethel becomes almost completely clinical, and is capable of assembling and disassembling strategies within moments. Her mind becomes almost a tactical machine, as she churns out and forms strategies at the drop of a hat. Even then, she has this easy way of understanding a flow of battle that seems almost unnatural. She is generally calm, but with the right triggers, she can unleash a lot more with her anger. She is not rash, but calculating in this state, to the point that she even factors in her own emotional instability. Unfortunately, she tends to still hold that protective coat to her, and doesn't really regard her life as part of the equation. She tries to the do the most efficient thing in the most morally high way. However, if she needs to? Ketheldrein can discard most human morals in her strategies and go for the most effective methods if need be. She seems to have an unusually high level of charisma, capable of rallying anyone working under her with her sheer force of will. As Arturia's twin, she seems to have adapted the capability of holding her soldiers with her sheer force of will, and carry them into great battles like a king would. With her strategies? This is a great advantage. However, Ketheldrein's emotional understanding seems almost muted when it comes down to it. Although she can calculate reactions based on emotions, she doesn't seem to be effected or even care for them in any such way. Also in this mode, Kethel is almost silent, and only speaks when it is absolutely needed. With this, she has developed an easy to read body language, and seems to be generally willing to jump into fights that she may not be involved in. In general, she seems to seek glory, and does her utmost to always win, showing more of her competitive side. This is Ketheldrein's leader side, and she seems to know this, having no problems assigning orders. She also has utmost faith in those under her, never expecting betrayal and seems to be actually hurt when such a thing happens. Almost innocent in that way, she is also very fair, and seems to resolve disputes quite easily, without much of a regard to the emotional context. If it is material? It can be solved. As such, she tends to be more oblivious to the hearts of others, other then understanding them in a logical way.

This is a third personality and mental mode of Ketheldrein's. In fact, this one seems to relate to her status as the Arc Unit One. When the girl begins this mind mode, one immediately notices the shift in her personality. She becomes a lot more detached, some might say unfeeling, towards everything. It's like everything shuts down inside of Kethel, and she just acts on base instincts more then anything. This simply means that Ketheldrein has shut out all of her logical thoughts, and reacts only. This is a very dangerous state for not only Ketheldrein, but the people around her, due to the girl not identifying with simple concepts like friend or enemy any longer. In essence, this is when Kethel has been broken; her mind had suffered enough mental damage to the point that her personality breaks,and she is left with simply a sort of blank state as she tries to cope with it mentally. This makes her highly dangerous as she does not judge the use of her force in any way, excessive or not. Her entire being is focused around reactions to herself. If one leaves her alone? She will simply stand there, doing nothing as her mind and heart begin to cope. During this duration, anybody with an ARC System Connection will be able to sense the waves of her mental state. She will become more mechanical, and only follow simple logic. She can listen to others, as long as they have an ARC Unit or are capable of transferring a set of electric signals to Ketheldrein's. But she will only be able to listen to simple commands, and doesn't have any conversational abilities. She is just a machine, as she is forced deep inside of her own inner realm in order to cope with whatever has caused her mentality to shatter. However, her fighting skills are still excellent; in fact, one may call them even better, as she does not have necessary thoughts clouding her head, and she is purely reactionary, meaning her instincts are sharper then a katana. When she does speak, it is a machine like tone, and with machine like words, as if she had let a primary process of her arc unit to take over.

Ketheldrein has many modes, but this one is by far the most deadly. This mode, related her augurs as a new-born, refers to her as the Black Child. This said, it's often considered the pre-cursor to her Corrupt form, and is the most identifiable source of her Origin. In this form? Ketheldrein is extremely emotional negatively. Anger, hate, destruction; all of the negative, violent emotions are the most prevalent in her like this. It is often triggered by fighting too long, as she slowly starts to mentally unravel. In a sense, she becomes utterly insane, loving to fight to the highest degree to that the point that she is extremely selfish and possessive of it. She will not hold back, and use every ability she has; this mode shows her extreme competitiveness to the point of killing other people that may walk into her fight. She hates help, she hates anyone that dares interfere, and even more so? She has no problems killing. She loves causing the area to be destroyed, and she loves fighting head on without a damn care in the world. She has a fouler mouth that normal, and typically seems like a down-right bitchy person. When she has this mode and isn't fighting, she seems more rude, arrogant and cocky, and doesn't seem to give a damn care about anything that may or may not harm her. In fact? She says ''bring it on''. Kethel doesn't have a single thought about emotional values of others, or even her own physical state, and simply pushes everything to the extreme. Almost sadistic in nature about the whole thing, she has this almost wild-eyed look that makes her look a little bit psychopathic. She doesn't mind if her opponents get broken or killed; as long as they offered her a good fight. She is extremely chaotic, and may harm friends and enemies alike, if they are strong. She really doesn't care who it is, but she just wants to fight dammit. She also becomes extremely manipulative, and has no problems using emotional, mental or physical weapons against an opponent. A fight is a fight right, no matter what weapons are used.

This last of the current mode seems to have come into existence more recently, but ties in with her title of Euclidean Knight. In a way, Ketheldrein seems to combine aspects of several other modes. However, there is something much more different about this sort of mental state. The girl becomes extremely cold and distant, and is absolutely and utterly loyal to whatever cause she has devoted herself to. She doesn't seem to bend from her morals or will even on emotional matters, and is utterly devoted to doing everything she can. She is not afraid to use force, and many assume this as her courtly attitude. She is almost unreachable, but she does have gentle smile and touches, that often make people wonder. Like this? Kethel seeks to only further increase her family's desires, and is extremely, if not crazily, protective of her siblings. Many of her attitudes in this form resembles a Yandere; she has a hard time swallowing that her siblings may part from her, and clings to her family almost constantly. However, in the presence of others? She is a calm, calculated individual, if not a bit haughty. But she has grace and gentleness when needed, making a great knight. Often she speaks in a very cold tone of voice, much like a teacher, and seems to even have traits of when she was Beldrein, but evolved in some ways. She has no issues in doing what she must, and is absolutely trusting in her family. She welcomes strangers on the surface to their family, but secretly tests them. In fact, this side of Ketheldrein is a little bit more secretive, capable of lying and manipulating in order to do what is needed to be done. Almost like a snake, she finds what openings she can, and then snaps her jaws around her prey. She can also be seen as very voluptuous in her personality, if one were to gain her trust and affection. Almost closely guarded, this is one of Ketheldrein's main attitudes. However, when dealing with courtly matters or work, she seems a lot more ordered, methodical, very much like Kakeru's Power of Order almost.




• Background: Ketheldrein's past is full of twists and intrigues. There are many things that nobody even knows, including herself; the entire story is fragmented with many individual events and clauses. Each of these are as unique to each other then the last; together, it makes the entirety of events that chained Ketheldrein into the Leonhardt that she has become. Each thing was a part of that story; and of course, as with all stories, it starts with her birth, in the Western Castle all those years ago.

It was said that within great light, there was great darkness. That was particularly true of a beautiful pair of twins, born on a cold, but yet sun filled day. This was the day that the future king of the West, Arturia Leonhardt, would be born. It was a greatly remembered day; for this was the king that would bring them glory, much like the legend of King Arthur. But the birth itself was a private affair; the King and Queen, along with their midwife. Uther Leonhardt was of course worried for his beloved Bice, whom's full name was Beatrice Castiglioni/del Testa de Oro-Leonhardt. The midwife remains nameless to this day however, for reasons further on. The girl was very soft hearted, which pleased the mother. She had two children before this; an elder child that held not the capabilities of the king, and a second daughter that had been ousted, and locked up in the basement due to terrifying powers. It was a quiet, but pretty long affair, as the Queen screamed none, but the birthing process was difficult. Why? Because there was not one, but two children; this had surprised and stunned the King and midwife. As a private affair, of course, there was one other person present; the court mage, the great Merlin. Perhaps there were even triplets, but nobody is sure. There is fact that there were twins; and that's what most go by. The children were named Arturia and Ketheldrein respectively. Of course, auguries were rolled on the birth of the two girls; and the information there was stunning.

For Arturia was the grandly sought new king, the one that would lead them to further prosperity. However, the auguries showed a dark shadow, one that could overwhelm and destroy the very future itself. That darkness was seen to be in Ketheldrein, whom's very ways of moving were strange. Merlin noted that the auguries that the midwife had rolled, from her own home and ways, were actually different. Instead of predicting the future, it touched the Origin of a child; predicting what very nature they had. And Ketheldrein's was easily identified; Eradication. A troubling origin indeed, as the King went deep into thought. There were many options; but one was natural to all nobility. He decided to have the child murdered; killed by dumping it to the wild nature, letting any that came across her to devour the babe. It was perhaps a cruel way to kill, but it also spared the family suffering, as they would not have to watch the death of their child. As the births were quiet, it was decided that the Magus Midwife be the one to carry out this task; as no one knew of Ketheldrein's birth? It would be easy to dispose of the child. But the reason for the midwife having the task, is that the babe cried the instant that it was separated from mother or midwife. It was like it had known exactly what would happen.

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In the dead of night, she set out. For it was best to kill the child when the origin itself had not fully manifested. There was a worry in the magus girl however, as she had seen more in the auguries. A powerful, unbreakable bond with the family, and a heart pure. A heart that would love so immensely and freely and a fierce protector. But that would be destroyed, and the family led to naught, if such a child was just easily disposed. This was heavily weighing on her mind, as she continued to travel. Taking her time, and slowly going through the towns, the girl had hoped that the small baby would be able to see the world, and take those memories within itself, to learn and survive. Although the child was so young, it had been named, in honour of the fact that it would not live long enough to learn it. Perhaps it was a mercy, the only comfort that could be offered to the child; and the midwife used the name freely, trying to install a bit of into the child itself. The map that the King had drawn, brought the midwife to a convenient location; there was no one present, but it was very close to Guardian Beast territory. This worried the magus girl, as she was to put the child in a basket, and drift in the river until a beast fished it out. It did not sit well within the Magus, so she decided to perhaps aid the child.

The Magus was often thought of as a witch, due to her natural affinity to the craft of potions and spells. Softly humming, she brought her own guardian beast into existence. This beast was a beautiful bird, almost stunning in plumage; the Magus softly spoke with it, telling of the situation. The bird deployed it's wings, and sought to find another Guardian Beast it knew very, very well. As the creature flew into the skies, it found it; a wandering child, her long white hair slowly reverting to a myriad of colours. As the bird landed near this wondrous guardian beast, they conversed. The conversation was unimportant; all that was discussed was the child's plight, and the bird's soft askance that she intervene in the inevitable fate of the child. This guardian beast had once been attached to the current Queen, or someone near; it is still untold which, but learning that a small child had begotten such a dangerous origin... then it was a decision made. She would aid the child.

As the guardian beast returned, the Magus sung one last lullaby, before leaving the child. Knowing that it would be in good hands comforted the Magus; she would not tell the family however, as she knew returning would be the death of her. Why? Because the family would like to keep the secret; and as such, when she entered the forest once more, the midwife disappeared. The soldiers that had been waiting outside to take her in, told that she was a kidnapper and a traitor, waited three days.. but never found a trace of the woman. Only the small babe would ever be able to find the midwife; for she had told the small child a location, and one that only she would know.. and find when the time was right. With all of these secrets heavy on the child, a pendant the only reminder of her family, Ketheldrein was left at the river bank, not quite in the river. And this is where fate, that dictated that the child die, was thwarted.

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Ketheldrein began to cry. Her small, baby voice echoed in the woods; it wailed and wailed, and wailed. As if scared, and alone. Luckily, the child had been born a healthy one, and could cry for a time; this was necessary, as a figure crashing in the woods heard the cries. This person headed towards the babe; and thus, the male soldier named Brand, arrived on the scene. Seeing a small basket, he walked towards it. It was obvious that there was fear, but when he saw a fully healthy, baby girl crying, part of him was relieved. Perhaps because the child was still in one piece, and perhaps because the child was still alive. But the thought that someone had abandoned such a precious child was almost terribly hurtful on it's own. The male looked around, as if to find some trace of the child's parent, or someone. But there was nobody, as he debated picking up the basket. There was just something about the child; as if something was inside of her, dark. That was the source of his hesitance.

Not long after, a smaller, brown haired male walked behind him. Carrying a large broadsword, a blue stone glowing in the middle of it, he stopped short. The stone on the pommel glowed a fierce red. The boy seemed startled, as both him and the male looked at the stone. And then it glowed a soft, rainbow colour; which was inherently confusing. Turning back to the basket, there was a sudden surprise. A small, doll seeming girl was before them, her hair shifting into rainbow shades. In fact, she looked inhuman; but there was something so utterly pure, and gentle about the presence that neither men could or would feel angry. The doll began to speak, beseeching them; to take the child, and raise it. Despite them feeling the evil, the doll spoke to them of Origins; and how her own would help control the child's. They were surprised, as the magical orb in the boy's sword began to hum audibly, as if anxious to be near the child. The doll then spoke of other things; how her lineage was parallel to the male's, and how her name was Ketheldrein Leonhardt. Knowing of the temporal displacement from the other world to this one, controlled by the orb itself, the doll asked another favour.

She asked that they raise her for fifteen years in their world; and that the temporal displacement be only five years after this day. This surprised the broadsword carrying male, as his face betrayed his feelings. The doll like girl smiled, and gently picked up the basket; giving it to the first male. The one that she named out; Brand of Aelir. The other male, the King of that kingdom, would not raise the child. She wanted this girl to see things through eyes of a protector; she was certain of this girl's traits, but she wanted them to be fostered. The doll like girl also explained that she would be the guardian beast inside of the girl; that she would be able to temper that Eradication with a purity, and a sense of control. But she would require help some day; the Guardian Beast knew that. But the two males seemed receptive to her needs, and she smiled. With a flash of light, she disappeared, softly glowing the child in a rainbow hue before it stopped. Confused about where the spirit one went, Brand looked questioningly at his King; whom seemed buried in thought, muttering about weird coincidences in strange worlds.

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The two headed out towards a shabby stone tower; it seemed decrepit and not very well kept. But it was a relic in this land, and a Guardian Beast, owning this place, guarded it. It was actually a creature in service to Aelir, not an actual Guardian Beast, but it served it's purpose well enough. As the King approached, it let out a soft coo, rubbing it's face against him. He petted the creature, as Brand went ahead inside; and then followed the King. The orb glowed now, a beautiful shade of blue; and the baby girl that had been quiet for a little, giggled, and reached her tiny hands out of the basket, almost waving at the item. For a small child to be that adaptive.. well it was rather unique. The portal began to open, one of the doors now having a blue film covering it. The King and his loyal General stepped through, carrying the small child of this world to theirs. The tunnel was not strange, but simply a normal looking tunnel. The blue film disappeared when they closed the door behind them, and walked down the path.. ended up in a similar, but more pristine looking tower. They were now in Aelir.

Aelir was a beautiful country; set in a place that seemed white, the mountains marble and the city itself melting into the mountains. The kingdom was niched on a small island; but it was big enough to hide secrets, and secrets there were, with this strange tower that linked itself to another dimension, or world. The servant and his king walked from the tower, landing on a dirt path that led them back to the city from the wilds. The city was anticipating the return of the men, as the King's wife and his several daughters, along with his only son, were eagerly waiting. The same with the General's wife. She waited anxiously with her three sons, hoping that husband was alright, along with their duty accomplished.

They didn't have to wait long, the males overwhelmed by their respective families; and as they had talked about on the road, Brand showed the small basket with the baby girl inside. He explained it to his wife, and she debated for a few moments. But once the small, blue eyed child opened her eyes, and reached out, wrapping a small hand around the woman's finger, her heart was sold. She had always wanted a daughter and thus, she decided to adopt the girl. The next issue was a name, as they knew not what the child was called. But the wife had a sort of flash; a connection perhaps, as she had always been sensitive to such things. She looked to the king, and smiled, asking if they could name her Beldrein. It surprised the male, but he held no though against it, as the child was from then on named Beldrein.

Brand then explained to his sons that this would be their little sister; and that they could protect her for as long as they were capable. The boys, excited, all agreed, and the family went home. This is the family that Ketheldrein had her formative years with; it was a nice family. The mother, Evalynn, was a kind and gentle woman, but knew how to be strong for she was surrounded by men. And yet she managed to appear, if not be meek for a general part, teaching grace and elegance to those around her. Brand himself was a strong, serious man, with a quiet demeanor and a sense of justice and duty that few rivaled. Then came her brothers; Immanuel, the heir that would try his best to be like like his father, but had a more hardworking side then serious. He was about a good fifteen years older then Beldrein. Colby, the wanderer of the group, not necessarily social but still quite strong, but mostly the one that liked to help their mother the most. He, as the middle child, ended up somewhere ten years older then Beldrein. And finally, Beloth the youngest, the one that loved to be mischievous and play jokes, but was perhaps the most loyal of all. He was only five years older then Beldrein and loved her dearly, particularly as a partner in crime.

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Beldrein was raised with a good moral standing; what was right, and what was wrong were clear, and duty was very important. Learning of their hearts, and how to feel, and playing with friends that she met, she had a pretty happy childhood. However, something began to seem wrong around the age of ten, as Beldrein's jokes were a bit more violent, and she got into a lot of fights. She was pretty good at fighting, despite never having learned the first thing about it; but it seemed like she had a natural talent to fight, and be strong. Many of the children of her age, and lower rallied to her strong presence, but quite a few were scared too, since Beldrein seemed to have quite a nasty temper. It was a bit hard then, as they could not understand what the girl was doing, or what had happened within her to turn her from the sweet, innocent child they all knew. They were just heavily worried about the girl and the path it seemed she was taking.

Beldrein's attitude was slowly causing lots of problems; and the worry, when the girl hit 11, hit it's peak during the accident. Someone decided to call Beldrein an unwanted child, an aborted boy, and the rage that the blonde flew in caused her to sail in, and attack the target aggressively until they passed out. The damage done to the other child was severe enough to require intense medical care; this incident is what convinced her parents to go talk to the king, to see if they could get some training in for the girl. Generally, a girl training with the king would be frowned upon; but seeing how Beldrein was becoming more and more violent amongst not just her fellow children, but to adults as well, it became a concern. Considering how Beldrein had swung at the adults trying to restrain her, and the sheer power that was amassing in the girl, it was necessary to conference with the spirit inside of her.

Hence the training with the King. The girl was led into a room with just the male, as he sat her down. Softly, the Orb started to glow in hypnotic colours, as the male set the girl to meditate. Slowly she started to fall under the effects, and the spirit rose out of her; the Guardian beast smiled at the King, as they held a discussion. It was mainly about how to deal with Beldrein's rising powers, and the need to restrain her before it was too late. The girl struggled to awaken, as it became obvious by the orb's glows, as then her eyes snapped open. They were a swirling red, and then she smiled, and reached out, a dark energy swirling. The Guardian beast touched the girl, and slowly, the darkness eased away, melting into the girl once more, restrained. From then on Beldrein listened to the conversation. She gave some opinions, but was willing to try several of their suggestions. Once the discussion was over, the Guardian returned inside, to help keeps the inner balance, and Beldrein along with the King set up a training regimen.

So Beldrein began to train in the art of fighting, and in the art of being a servant; the deadline, present in the King's mind, was looming ever closer The training was hard, as the girl learned a great many techniques, and was even assigned extra tasks. She went on missions with her brothers, and even more so with the rest of the kingdom's army, and even the king himself. It was quite the program, but Beldrein's natural blood seemed to be able to provide herself a path; she accomplished many things with flying colours, even besting her father in numerous occasions. Even the King seemed to have a hard time against the budding girl. They decided to give her an immense gift, something to remember them by, as her fifteenth birthday had become soon. They had to send her off on that day, to travel towards the Western Castle, in order for her to take her place; that his what the King had agreed to, long ago. As such, they granted her the diplomatic title of her father; Brand of Aelir.

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The next step, was to begin the Ceremony of Blades. This was a ceremony that the King bestowed a gift, a blade to each knight made of his own hand. However, these blades were not normal; they each held a soul, an actual manifestation of the person. In a way, these blades heavily resembled a Shinigami's Zanpaktou, in the fact that the person's soul imprinted on them. In either case, setting the ceremony took some time; blades that had no master were selected, and the girl herself was purified, in order to enter that chamber. Entering, she was faced with a large array of blades, and types. Everyone held their breaths as Beldrein touched one after the other, but none of them felt right. None of them felt whole or pure. After passing the entirety of the blades twice, it became obvious that none of the blades, diluted from the sword, fit the girl. It was almost frightening, but the Orb itself glowed a strange colour; it hummed in the blade. The King, heeding the stone, took it out.

And then, to the great fear of everyone, deposited the stone into the girl's hand. It was said that this stone would kill anyone but the King and his son; however, Beldrein's royal bloodline kept her safe in a way; as well as the Blood Share ritual that the King and the Guardian Beast had done with the girl. The orb glowed, and rampaging blue flames covered the area. People held their breaths, as the beautiful stone let out a bright flash, a smaller stone floating. The Orb was taken back, as the stone plopped down into her hands. With another blast of blue flames, the stone began to form a blade of the flames. And then, it solidified, as Beldrein's own energy fused within the blade itself, granting her a unique, beautiful sword. It fell into her hand, and felt.. perfect. Like it was meant to be in her hand or some such. The Ceremony was complete, as the King blessed the sword with the Orb, the two stones glowing to each other, as if content with the development.. to the wonder of everyone present.

The blade itself needed a name; so the girl named it Besavel, the Oath of the Sword. For it was the blade that the King of Aelir had granted to her. As she trained with the blade a few more days, she was then given a mission by the King. To leave their dimension, to re-enter the world of the Sugiura; for her life lay there. The King told her of how he had found her, along with Brand, and of what happened then. He gave her a singular pendant, something she had needed to see for a long time; and even though the news was shocking, the girl simply smiled. She was ready to enter the world. On a suggestion, the king wrote up a diplomatic letter, to send her to the tutelage of the Royal Western Family, in order for the girl to have time to search for her roots, and to have a teaching of their world.

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The leaving of her home, the place of her childhood, was heart wrenching; but with a basket full of provisions, a map, and many wishes, Ketheldrein walked the dirt path that the King and Brand had walked on. She was returning to the roots of her past, to the tower that held everything and nothing; it was where her destiny would lie, felt the girl. Despite knowing only her name as Beldrein, there was a feeling of another name. That feeling she had squashed for ages, but it still showed shadows in her heart. Arriving at the tower, she felt nervous, but the familiar presence of the Orb, flowing through Besavel, comforted her. With a few steps, she opened the door, and stepped into the strange tunnel. She felt distorted but it was alright; the excited feeling in her chest would not go away, no matter how hard she tried to make it happen. She couldn't be calm, as her mouth went dry; and then before her, a door. She stepped through it, and felt.. a different air. A new place.

Somewhere to explore, all by herself. This excited the fifteen year old, as she stepped out of the dingy tower; and a creature flew, landing beside her. Remembering the words of her King, she petted and comforted it, letting it know her presence, and her bond to the Kingdom. It seemed to make the creature happy, as it resumed guarding it's post with enthusiasm at this point, allowing the girl to move forward.. and into the wild. Feeling her body shake, the girl, no the woman, took a moment to steady herself. Despite being only fifteen, she felt very much an adult, as she took out a map. She needed to find the nearest town.. which shouldn't be too far. With light feet, the girl began to walk, the wind of the cool night almost a blessing. She was almost glad it was night, as it meant she could blend in better; despite the land being unfamiliar, she could summon a light to help. Doing so, she found the adventure much, much more alluring. It was perhaps an unnecessary risk, but one she wanted to take all the same.

And as dawn broke, she found herself at a river bank. Something in her heart yanked, and for the briefest of moments, she saw a shape, a bird, and a basket. Kneeling down to the ground, she saw no traces, but there was a certainty. It was here. She had been here, as a babe, offered up to die. With another breath, the girl pulled herself to her feet. She wanted to find her blood family, and show them the same kind of love that her own family had given her. With this in mind, she emerged from the forest, soon landing to a small village. For a few moments, the language seemed to catch her off guard. But with a smile, she switched to theirs, asking some questions about the castle, and where she was to go. It seemed a little bit difficult for the peasants to guide her, so she asked for their police force; and from there, she was led to the King and Queen. For the first time, unknowingly, Ketheldrein was going to her home, her birth parents waiting. But something within the girl was almost.. stirring.

When she arrived, she was surprised to see a great many servants; the Queen had given birth not long ago, and was searching for a competent maid; and she was led to her, the mother holding two small babes in her arms. Seeing how difficult that was, the girl leaned forward, and took the first babe, a small young male. He seemed to calm down within the girl's arms, as she cooed and rocked him, being used due to helping a lot of the younger children. The mother looked grateful, as the girl of Aelir gave the letter, and then took the little girl into her arms too, rocking the adorable twins. As the Queen read the letter, she handed it to her husband, whom had just show up. The entire time, Beatrice kept an eye on her children, but they seemed to be comfortable with the girl. As the two discussed it, Beldrein was rocking the small children, even singing to them a song of her own childhood. It was pretty peaceful; and the girl seemed to be more then comfortable with the two babes. And perhaps, it was that ease, and how much her face resembled the rest of the family, that perhaps put the finally nail in the coffin.

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The Queen, Beatrice, offered Beldrein a post as the Royal Caretaker; she would help the wife with her children, even becoming their tutor if needed. This was a surprise to the girl, but she felt a small smile on her lips. That.. could be immensely worthy. In fact, there was a strange protective in Beldrein's chest, at protecting these babies. The woman nodded, and then the Queen took the girl twin back; the second the male twin was about to be taken, he started to cry. But with a few soft shushes, the girl had managed to get him to snooze. And that's when her life began; she followed the Queen on a tour, taking care of the little boy, dubbed Kakeru, and learned of all of the children.

Jeanne Leonhardt, that was already gone; Hana Leonhardt, put in the basement. Arturia Leonhart, the Heir to the entire family, barely five years old; and now these two, the twins of Feraki and Kakeru Leonhardt. They were adorable, even as Beldrein introduced herself to Arturia. It felt like there was a bond between the two girls and she found it relatively pleasant. But the small boy needed rest, and thus she put him with his twin; a fond smile spreading on her face. Immediately, she went to tend to Arturia, that needed some help. This would easily become Beldrein's life, and to be fair, it didn't bother the girl all that much. She quite enjoyed the moments in this life. It began as simple, as she learned how to feed, dress and talk with the three children that were outside, and even when Alicia joined the family, she stayed with them. During their birthdays, their growing days, everything, Ketheldrein was like their secondary mother, particularly to Kakeru and Feraki, the pair of twins always being with her.

The bonds that I can always touch

The natural skills

The Power within

The Armory