Kamui Cruor [0-5] [Hazard Rank B]

Disclaimer: This remake is into a Spiritual Human, so functionally the character will be using Reiatsu, however I'd like the references to still use the "Chi" terminology in deference to the character's history and lineage

» Name: Kamui Cruor
» Titles: Crown Prince of the North, αποστροφή/Apostrofí̱


» Biological Age: 21
» Chronological Age: 4 Years Human World/ 17 years Sugiura World
» Gender: Male
» Affiliation/Rank: Rogue
» Origin: Deceit


» Appearance:





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» Personality:


Kamui, very much like his father, is an excitable young man to put it mildly. He is constantly moving and constantly smiling in the sort of angry way that only he can quite pull off. He will joyously jump around at the slight provocation and enjoys occasionally having conversations upside down. Unlike his father however, who thoroughly enjoys coming off as more of a buffoon than anything else, Kamui’s “Sagumi-esque” habits tends to be far more pointed and far more severe, no one would mistake the young Cruor to be an idiot.

Behind the excitable man is an incredibly acute and analytical mind. You don’t get very far in the Warrior world by being an idiot. He has very developed problem solving skills and is capable of quite a bit intellectually. His mind is capable of calculating numerous mathematical scenarios in extraordinarily short fashion and can often apply this to a fight.

Despite his exuberant and frequently rather childish behavior, beneath it the man is rather collected and calm. He is hard-working and studious, these traits forming his mind into the picture perfect example of an intelligent individual. This intelligence blesses him with rational thought, understanding, and combat intelligence and ability and while he frequently plays the role of a buffoon, there is always a sort of dignified and intellectual air about him that, while perhaps not immediately evident

With that intelligence, Kamui has a tendency to use excessively complicated words, words many people shouldn’t comprehend, and even fewer that would utilize them fluently in passing speech. Whether it is to make him feel superior to others or simply because an asset that goes unused is worthless, even he does not know. Most likely it is a bit of both. This also leads to a terrible amount of sarcasm and condescension. For lack of a better word, Kamui is quite the jerk. He’s not the best party guest sufficed to say.

That remarkable intelligence has allowed him to fully master the enormous repertoire of jutsu that he has at his command, but it also has given him an ugly chip on his shoulder. In a lot of ways, Kamui feels he’s unstoppable and he is really only truly afraid of one being in our universe. The arrogance is a weakness that will most likely eventually be his undoing.

Stoic is the best word to describe the Crown Prince of the Cruor. The man has what seems to be a permanently bored yet excited look glued to his face. Very rarely does anyone witness emotion past this from the man. Even when fighting, a perpetually simplistically amused mask is donned. Gleaning any form of intent or emotion from Kamui is terribly difficult because of this demeanor.

The man’s voice is heard as often as varied expression is seen upon his face. The few times he does actually speak with any amount of sincerity and not just sardonic whining, and those really are few and far between, he limits himself to a few short words or sentences. He gets straight to the point of the matter. His voice is always terribly calmed, almost comforting.

In cavalier combat, Kamui is again very much his father’s son. He plays with his food, he pokes at his opponents rather than seriously giving them the time of day, and he will usually employ perverted tactics instead of serious warfare. In serious combat, the man is quite cold and calculating and has his strange half smile half scowl constantly etched on his face. It takes an extreme amount of shock to shake that mask. He prefers to handle situations up close and personal and in a relatively quick fashion, usually not wishing to overstay his welcome in any scenario. This leads him to occasionally rush things or not be fully prepared before entering a conflict. Usually, this is balanced out by an immense ability to adapt and evolve mid-conflict, but it has gotten him into trouble many times before.

Kamui also possess an intense sense of determination and perseverance. He is one of the few cases where “give up” does not reside in his repertoire. Even retreats are not truly admittances of defeat.Kamui is the kind of person that cannot stand to leave a job unfinished and will always, always come back to finish the job. It might not be right away, it might not being for a long time. The only certain thing is that as long as there is breath in his body, he will continue to pursue his objective.

Being capable has not gone without leaving its negative marks however. Kamui is good and he knows it, this gives him a chip on his shoulder that is far too big for his own good. He isn’t a terribly arrogant person. Kamui neither boasts his own accolades and abilities neither does he make a habit of demeaning the accomplishments of others, but Kamui often falls victim to overconfidence in both his family and his own abilities. This has also often landed him in troubling spots.

Kamui is also very loyal to and very proud of his family. Being one of very few who have extraordinary powers of his environment, Kamui has developed a strong sense of identity as a Cruor and will quickly respond with violence, threatened or otherwise, if his family name is brought under scrutiny or insult. Often times, among his peers, this turns out to be more comical than menacing, but enemies aren’t privy to the same leniency. With this, Kamui is relatively easy to goad if the buttons to push are known.

With his pride and loyalty to his family(sans Sagumi) comes his natural affinity for his home. The terrain and environment of his home is what he became particularly attached to and, like a fish when it is removed from water, the man's usual happy disposition turns to a miserable mass of anxiety and restlessness. Kamui has matured as he's grown and he is no longer a complete mess once removed from the snowy environment he loves, but the man is visibly unhappy about the situation to the trained eye.


The above, while not necessarily a lie, is most definitely not the whole truth. Every good lie maintains a kernel of truth and Kamui is no exception. The boy’s true origin, that of deception, shines through in this facet greatly. Kamui willingly adopted many of his father’s mannerisms and techniques, but it was a means to an end, not his genuine disposition. In reality he hates everything that his father stands for. He hates the humans, he hates the Earth, he wholeheartedly believes in militant subjugation or, ideally, eradication of the species in which he shares their blood. His objectives are far different than the man’s who sired him and, to an extent, even the rest of his family.

Kamui is a very cunning individual and it was something he did inherit from his father, unlike his father however he uses this cunning for considerably more nefarious purposes. Kamui seeks destruction, he seeks deception, and he is no stranger to using every weapon at his disposal to reach his objectives. He is familiar with how to sway the opposite sex(another trick he picked up from his father) and how to play upon people’s desires with relative ease, even going so far as to fashion himself as a sort of modern day criminal mastermind, able to handle complex and wide reaching plans and conspiracies to further his agenda of destabilizing the powers on Earth.

There is also an underlying sadism to the boy. He thoroughly enjoys inflicting pain and distress on to others and with the abilities passed down by his mother, he has both the perfect fuel and justification to feed his perverse and twisted impulses. Having inherited, in some small part, his mother’s hunger, Kamui in part sees himself as a parasite upon society and unlike the stigma, does not see this as a reprehensible thing. He intends to suck the world dry to sate his own whims and approaches everything like a game, never truly understanding the impact of his choices or developing the empathy to understand the impact it must have on the world around him. In that light, despite his incredible body and mental capacity, he is still very much a child.


However, Earth was not the kindest to Kamui and, in a lot of ways, forced the boy to grow up. When on Earth, Kamui experienced more loss than he ever thought he was capable of feeling and gained things he never expected to have to deal with:

While he had long dreamed of when he would inevitably kill his father, Kamui had never truly entertained the idea that anyone in his family could actually die...or even truly be hurt. Even while, objectively, understanding that he and his family were not immortal; Kamui had never once paid it any mind. No one really thinks about breathing until they can no longer draw breath. Izayoi’s injuries and rendered vegatative state have weighed very heavily on Kamui and have caused the ridiculously brazen and arrogant young man to sober up, if only a small bit. Partially this revelation came on the back of it being Kamui’s actions that rendered his brother a vegetable, despite their differences he did love the little idiot, but primarily it served as a painful reminder that they were not invincible simply by being who they were. They could fall, they could be beaten. Kamui developed caution, even when dealing with inferior beings, and this has caused him to come off as much more reserved and far less boastful than he would have been previously, if only outwardly.

While one growth had cause sobriety however, another had caused anger. Kamui has endured one set back after another on the back of a momentous win and repeated failures, he lost his brother, he lost his world, and now he was forced to rely on his father’s wretched abilities and artifacts to even begin encroaching upon what he was when he had his magic. Never in Kamui’s whole life had he felt such impotence. This has only increased Kamui’s sense of spite toward Earth and its creatures and his determination to scour it of the lesser beings. He had always been a determined person, but now he had become almost obsessive in his fervor to bring about that Sugiuran Golden Age, to reclaim their world using Earth as their vessel. For once desperate for something in his life.

The biggest change however is that Kamui now shares a body with his brother’s symbiote. While Kamui’s personality is considerably more compatible with Erebus than his excitable and good natured sibling, having a roommate in his own body and mind is a dramatically difficult thing for the fiercely independent and masked Kamui to handle. Erebus is now the sole being that Kamui cannot lie to, which is perpetually an infuriating concept for the “The Deceit” to handle. While Kamui appreciates maintaining the legacy of his world and the power that Erebus provides, he can’t help but feel that sharing his body with him entirely undermines the very purpose of Kamui’s being, which is a constant source of friction and irritation for Kamui, making him even more prone to violence and cruelty to compensate.




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» Background:

Kamui was born in to prestige. There were very few births of more exalt than the child of Aceldama, Crown Princess of the Cruor and the Northern Kingdom and Sagumi Sumashuu, the Martial Arts Nigga. However, the circumstances of his birth were...unusual. While the boy was gestating inside Aceldama's womb. His mother went through a change. The dark world energies corrupted her body, fusing her with her Saca Dila and while, on the surface, that seemed all well and good for the Princess, the impact it had upon her son was not. Pregnancy is a tumultuous time period normally, even the slightest variation could impact the child. The woman completely changing while pregnant completely impacted young Kamui. His mind, any semblance of sanity he might have had, was gone from him. His mind fractured, his cognitive functions changed, the boy, already genetically endangered from a hereditary stand point, was now even further morphed. He was born physically healthy and every indication was that Kamui was born fully healthy, fully normal given the circumstances and as such, the Crown Prince of the Cruor came to be.

From an early age, perhaps from the circumstances of his birth and more likely because of his heritage, Kamui was a prodigy. By the age of five his father had begun extensively training him in his family's techniques. Kamui had quickly grasped the fundamentals of Fuuinjutsu, developing his father's Chi control and his martial abilities and by the age of eleven, Kamui had completely grasped the style of Wing Chun and his father's aptitude with Weapons. That was when his father left. Kamui was never really told why it happened. He didn't understand and his mother, loving as she was, did not exactly do a good job explaining it. As much as she missed his father however, this was the best time to raise him as "her" son. Sagumi wasn't exactly fond of Aceldama's predatory proclivities, but with him out of the picture, Acel could fully immerse her son in to her world.


The two made their first foray in to the human world, hunting. Kamui by this point was already considerably stronger than not only children his age, but the majority of the adult world as well. Stalking a helpless human and incapacitating him as his mother directed was not difficult. It was a girl, barely at maturity, that Kamui had isolated from the world and pinned to the wall, stuck there with his Fuuinjutsu. His mother, doting as always, showered him with praise. It didn't make sense to him, it was like stepping on an ant, but he wasn't going to turn away his mother's attention. That was when she took a bite out of the girl. He'd known how to eat of course, he'd made it to the age of eleven, but he never really considered the idea before. Was this girl food? His mother seemed to think so and the look on her face was strangely content, as if she hadn't been able to relax for months. She didn't go for a vital area, it wasn't to kill the girl. The boy's soft, bright eyes flickered back and forth between his mother and the girl. What had captured his attention most however was not the idea of eating someone, it was the screaming. The unearthly wail that escaped the young girl was intense. It was music that he had never heard before...and he was entranced. When she stepped aside to offer him access, motioning him to do as she did, Kamui jumped forward. He was eager not to sink his teeth in to anywhere necessary to the girl's survival. Not because he particularly cared about her life, but because he did not want that sweet, sweet music to end. Bite after bite, Kamui tore in to the young girl, ripping chunks of flesh off her arms and legs with a fervor that could only be equated to a wild animal, but with a tact that befitted only the cruelest of monsters. As soon as she managed to catch her breath from the prior unearthly scream, and had been given a chance to process the pain, Kamui struck again, ripping another flank off in his teeth each time.

Kamui had made it last an hour. He wasn't sure if his mother was concerned by the pace at which he went or if she wrote it off as him being new to it and taking it slow, but either way nothing came of it that day. His mother had completely consumed what was left of the girl, leaving no trace of their activity, and the two quickly retreated back to the Sugiura realm. Their feedings grew fewer and fewer, Kamui not fully embracing his mother's predatory proclivities, but they did not end altogether. They kept to human prisoners however, for the longest time, so as not to risk drawing the ire from his father, a fact that the boy was quickly growing to resent. It was around this time that Kamui was put in to the Magus Program for the Suigiura. To keep things succinct, he obviously excelled. Kamui was the single greatest Magus to be born in to this generation. He hit the ground running with his studies, going through lessons and techniques that would take even the most venerated master decades to grasp as if he were learning simple addition. Kamui was heralded quite early as the most remarkable magus prospect of his generation and possibly that the world had ever seen. The boy had mastered the greater bulk of all Sugiura magic by the age of fourteen and had begun delving in to his own particular brand of magical ability. Weaving and crafting an intricate array of abilities and developing his own form of Magecraft, the Cantus, at around this time. The boy's prodigal abilities were beginning to gain more and more traction and he had quickly become something of a celebrity across the Sugiura Realm. All were oblivious to his more predatory and nefarious tendencies as his mother and he continued to consume trespassers and the condemned from the human realm.

It was also during this time that Kamui began taking an overprotective, somewhat obsessive approach to dealing with his younger siblings. Particularly his youngest sister. Incest was not exactly uncommon amongst Sugiura, but Kamui's affections for his sister tended to take it to a whole other level. While he couldn't outwardly portray his psychosis to the world, needing to maintain his persona as the Saintly Prince of the North, Kamui did use his private time to psychologically abuse his younger sister. While sparing details, the majority of her trauma and crying behaviors find their roots in her brother's abusive tendencies as he used his youngest sister for many of his "experiments" They were all fruitful, of course, his magical abilities progressed leaps and bounds based on what he did to his sister. However, the behavior was to be exclusively his right. Any outward threats to his family, especially the aforementioned sister, were met with swift reprisal. Not in the way you might expect from the progeny of Sagumi however. He beat them down of course, ended the conflict with Martial Might like his father would. However afterward, his assailants would all mysteriously disappear to places unknown, murdered and tormented for Kamui's sick delight.


Then Sagumi returned. Something that brought his mother and his siblings far more joy than he. He had grown to detest his father, feeling like he abandoned them and his mother. He knew, objectively, that time passed differently in the human world. To his father had been gone but a year, to Kamui however he'd been gone nearly a lifetime. It was such that when the Vanguard rose to prominence, he stepped forward to be the North and by proxy the whole of Sugiura's liason to the Vanguard. They were the protectors of the humans his father loved so much, immersing himself in their world seemed like the wisest way to seek revenge on his father, to break what he loved at the root. It was also the field test for Kamui. Could he infiltrate the human world as its friend and bring it to heel. He had a dangerous game to play and he was excited. That was where his story in this world begins, on his way to make contact with the Vanguard, to assimilate himself into their ranks, and to see what fun he could use them in this new, human, realm.

And fun he had in that human world. The infiltration went well. His position and the Vanguard’s general need to keep potentially powerful allies gave him enough autonomy to begin influencing the Vanguard behind the scene and, eventually, break it. If he was going to lead the Sugiuran World to conquer Earth, he needed to begin by shattering their greatest defenders...or at least their most populated ones. The first act was to get them fighting and wasn’t especially difficult to achieve. Earth in general was fractured, unharmonious. The Vanguard fought the Shadow Fall which fought the Monsuta which fought the Yuudeshis. They were never not trying to kill each other. The first domino to fall was the fight over Greenland. Very few things were more pointless to fight over but logic and sense certainly weren’t the priority there. It was a loss for the Vanguard and they were pushed to their base on the moon. Engaging Shadowfall just enough to keep up appearances, Kamui broke away from the battlefield to cut the Vanguard’s head off once and for all, by quite literally relieving Azure of his head. Using Azure’s power on the very base he called home, Kamui proceeded to shatter the Vanguard’s base and the accompanying satellite, intending to make it look like a move of desperation on Azure’s behalf. The Vanguard as it was had been destroyed.

He had struck the first win for his people, even if they did not know it. Unfortunately, the win would be rather short lived and had cost Kamui much. He was not expecting to find himself in a hospital on Earth immediately following the assassination of Azure and the destruction of the moon, but word had reached him that his idiot younger brother had joined the fighting on what he thought was his beloved brother’s side, fighting for the Vanguard as Kamui sought to undermine them...and was caught in the destruction of the Moon. His injuries fighting Shadowfall kept him from being able to survive the resulting destruction of the moon. Erebus shielded him for the descent to Earth and kept the young Sugiuran’s body as intact as could be hoped for, but as woefully inept at Sugiuran physiology as the doctors on Earth were, even they could tell that the boy’s brain was dead and his body was fading fast. They couldn’t figure out what it was, but Kamui knew. Izayoi couldn’t bear the burden of Erebus any longer, he was no longer strong enough to house the Sugiuran deity. Erebus would burn him from the inside out, he had to be taken from him. He knew the seal his father used, he knew how to reverse it...and as the doctor left the siblings alone, Kamui took Erebus from his little brother into himself. He would never be as compatible or have the potential Izayoi had with Erebus, but he couldn’t let his idiot brother die. He chose to become a symbiote in a body that was not made for it, he became what the Earthlings called a Ziamichi.

As Kamui filtered into the populace of Earth, getting used to sharing his body with another consciousness, to wait for the repercussions to settle, the unimaginable happened. To this day, Kamui still does not know what happened as the world continued to deteriorate. Factions pitted themselves against each other, new, untested lands rose to fill the power vacuum and old foes primed for conflict and it all started coming to that glorious head that Kamui had waited for. Earth was ready to completely rip itself apart, to be ripe for the taking by the Sugiurans with little to no casualties. A new vessel for them to ride to the Promised Land. However, just as Kamui prepared to return home, to prepare his world for war and conquest...that very world was torn away from him.

As hostilities broke out, something happened that Kamui still did not fully have an explanation for. Every world tangentially attached to Earth, including his own, had their contact with it completely and utterly severed. For weeks, Kamui tried everything he could think of. Every spell to re-establish the connection, every power to bring them back into the fold, every idea he could think of...none of it worked. For all Kamui could tell, the Sugiuran world was just gone and as time continued to pass...so was Kamui’s connection to it. The man’s magic was slipping further and further away from him. The Magus Supreme went from the height of his powers to having barely enough magic in him to maintain his Bateria Szemek within naught but a few short weeks. He expended every power at his disposal, launched his sealing arts centuries ahead of their time...one time the man even tried to punch a fracture between the multi-verse. No solution presented itself. Kamui felt an emotion that he had never felt before, desperation.

For months the war raged around Kamui as he simply walked the Earth, seemingly with no goal, rhyme, or reason. It was difficult to determine what he was looking for, he wasn’t even sure himself. In his desperation, he turned to the one thing he told himself he would never turn to, his father. The man was in the Sugiuran World when the Second Schism began at the beginning of the Fourth World War and Kamui knew his energy was gone along with his world, but not entirely. Something still lingered on behind, several somethings to be exact. They were the only trace of a man who had completely vanished from existence a man who Kamui knew simply couldn’t vanish from existence. This had to mean something, this had to mean some connection was still there. So he searched scouring the earth for those energy signatures, letting his gut and intuition guide them there. Then he found one. Thankfully, the war raging around him and his own diminished state had done quite a bit to assist in his ability to travel unseen. He had already been remarkably talented at getting into places that he had no business being, and now with all the death and spiritual energy in the world, active...no one was going to notice him if he didn’t wish to be noticed.

Being drawn to the temple of his father, it did not take Kamui long to find the secluded and isolated place of power. Far withdrawn from the prying eyes of the Shinigami or the hands that had taken turns occupying this land, Kamui discovered the pristine work of art. His father had flair if nothing else, the temple standing testament to the man the ancient people of Thailand revered as a god. At the heart of the temple, Kamui found what he came for. Standing buried in a stone, very stereotypical Dad, Kamui found a long rune etched blade. This was the source of his father’s signal, this was the source of the power. He had heard Sagumi had left relics across the earth, immersed in his power but part of Kamui had never really accepted that this was a thing. He couldn’t deny it any longer as he reached for the hilt. He was powerful, he had long since believed he was as powerful as his father if he needed to be, but in his diminished state as he grasped his father’s ancestral weapon...he would never be able to describe the rush of pure energy that surged through him. He had never really been able to handle Sagumi’s chi techniques before and he’d impotently crashed into trigger shields time and time again. This time however, this time in his very soul he knew he could conjure one and the ironclad barrier of pure energy seemed to just manifest in front of him. A small, sadistic smile formed on the young man’s face. A whole new world had opened up to him now. Ignoring the new powers he would gain from collecting his father’s relics, these were direct pieces of Sagumi’s energy, Sagumi’s chi. They were a connection to the man lost behind the veil. If anything could drag the Sugiuran world back to Earth, this was it, he would rip Sagumi back to Earth and his people with him. He now had hope.

END OF THE PERSONAL INFORMATION