nogistune
Kiru
《 21+ 》 Discord or In-Game WU/T Friendly
Occult RP ▮ Conflict-heavy, story focus.
— MDT/MST | UTC -6/-7. Mare & Discord upon request.Content warning: dark and mature themes.
| NAME | kiru mori. |
| ALIAS | nogitsune. |
| SPECIES | fox auspice; kitsune. |
| AGE | unknown; appears late twenties. |
| NAMEDAY | unknown. |
| HEIGHT | 6 fulms, 5 films. |
| WEIGHT | approximately 216 ponze. |
| GENDER | cis male, he/him. |
| ORIENTATION | heterosexual. |
| OCCUPATION | merchant, information broker. |
| CLASS | sorcerer (black mage). |
| ALIGNMENT | lawful evil. |
| LANGUAGES | doman, eorzean, hingan. |
| BIRTHPLACE | unknown; othard. |
| RESIDENCE | kugane, shirogane. |
Kiru is a fox Auspice, a kitsune, and embodies the cunning and craftiness of his kind. A maestro of manipulation, he delights in bending wills, orchestrating lives as though they were pieces upon a game board. Extravagant and overconfident, he discards those who fail to amuse or intrigue him, his cruelty manifesting in the sadistic pleasure he takes from rewriting minds and reshaping destinies. Rarely flustered and almost never surprised, his sharp mind is a forge for schemes and stratagems.Kiru covets the finer things. Opulent treasures, occult knowledge, and artifacts steeped in esoteric power. The secrets they hold are a currency he wields with masterful precision, leveraging information to secure his desires. His tastes, honed by a life of indulgence, refuse to settle for anything he deems simple, basic, or mundane.Yet, shadows of the past haunt him. He often forgets the diminished scope of his powers since his imprisonment, struggling to reconcile the world as it was with how far it has advanced. While technology sparks his curiosity, he dismisses it as a gaudy trick, forever convinced of magic's superiority.A charmer when it suits him, Kiru wields seduction as deftly as any weapon, unafraid of intimacy if it furthers his ambitions. Beneath his charm lies a singular purpose: to reclaim the scattered shards of the enchanted katana that once imprisoned him and restore the might that was stolen. Along the way, he yearns to rebuild a devoted following—a cult to worship and revere him, as they did in the days before his downfall. For Kiru, power is not just a goal; it is his birthright, and he will stop at nothing to reclaim it.
⸻ aether
The kitsune’s aether is a tempest of contradictions: a storm of searing lightning tearing through a midnight sky, and a ravenous inferno that devours all in its path. It pulses with boundless energy, far exceeding what any mortal should wield. Much of this immense power lies shackled, hidden just beyond his grasp, a tantalizing echo of the might that once was his.
⸻ auditory
The fox’s voice is a beguiling symphony of hypnotic charm, a blend of venom and honey that ensnares the senses. Its tones are almost melodic, carefully measured and rarely lifted to a shout. When desire coils within him, it softens into a low, seductive purr—husky and entrancing, a velvet lure for whatever he seeks to claim.
⸻ olfactory
A crisp, earthy fragrance lingers, like autumn leaves scattered upon damp earth, woven with the subtle musk of fur. A trace of smoke follows in his wake, mingling with whispers of burning incense and the charged scent of ozone, like the electric breath of a storm held in suspense. When his powers stir, the air itself becomes sweet with an intoxicating essence, as if infused with the bloom of sakura blossoms beneath a silvered full moon. Yet beneath it all, there remains something elusive, a scent too faint, too secret, to fully capture, one that seems to shift to entice those that notice.
⸻ aversions
Ara, onmyoji, canines.
⸻ interests
Ara, sake, control, thunderstorms, worshippers.
⸻ traits
Vulpine ears and tail when not disguised as a Miqo’te.
Claws, elongated canines.
Feral hind paws.
Tattoo markings on his arms, blade like pattern on the back of his palms.
Eerie white eyes that shift with his mood/use of his powers.
Dual aspected aether; lightning & fire.
Incredibly vast aether reserves, however most of it is sealed off from his use.
Often dressed in fancy Far Eastern attire.
Regeneration.
Strategic mind.
⸻ skills
Deception & misdirection.
Mimicry.
Escape artist.
Ward breaking.
⸻ inventory
Ring. The silver wedding band is unassuming in its simplicity, polished to a soft, muted sheen that catches the light without dazzling. Its only adornment is the name "Ara," inscribed in delicate, flowing script along the inner curve, hidden from casual view. What makes the band special is not its appearance but the weight of sentiment it carries. Worn around the neck on a simple cord, the ring rests close to the heart, a constant, private reminder of promises made and cherished memories. Its silver has been warmed by time, its surface subtly smoothed by countless touches, as though the wearer has sought comfort in its presence during moments of solitude or sorrow.
⸻ powers
Illusion. The fox's most pervasive and far-reaching gift lies in the art of beguilement. The Auspice weaves subtle waves of hypnotic force, radiating outward to gently enchant all who wander too close. Cloaked in the guise of a Miqo'te, his true nature remains shrouded, veiled behind a tapestry of illusions. To the common eye, the world bends imperceptibly to the kitsune's favor, perceptions twisted and judgments softened by his quiet influence. For adventurers and those of remarkable will, the spell is but a fleeting haze. Their keen senses pierce through such paltry deceptions, demanding greater effort and cunning from the fox to ensnare them in his web of lies.
Hypnosis (pink hue). A far deeper and more insidious craft, this power delves into the very fabric of a victim's mind. The kitsune devotes his will to unraveling truths and stitching in lies, erasing cherished memories to weave false histories and beliefs. With delicate precision, he forges emotional bonds—tender or tempestuous as he sees fit—shaping attachments that feel as natural as they are fabricated. His meddling extends to the essence of perception itself, bending the flow of time, muting the sting of pain, or amplifying sensations to unbearable heights. With time and solitude, the fox can twist a mind entirely, binding it in chains of his making. Total enslavement is well within his reach, yet he rarely stoops to such finality. Instead, he allows his thralls the illusion of freedom, savoring their feeble rebellions and futile struggles, like a maestro delighting in the discordant notes of a symphony only he can control.
Possession (red hue). The final curtain falls on those who have danced too long in the fox’s cruel theater. When their usefulness wanes, and their feeble defiance ceases to amuse, when every thought has been ground to dust, and all that remains is a shattered husk of emotion and mind, they are granted one last purpose. The kitsune, with eerie grace, weaves his essence into their living shell, inhabiting the hollowed remains of their devotion. These mortal vessels are fleeting, bound by the decay of time and frail against the weight of his true power. They serve as insurance, imperfect yet practical, kept in reserve for the day when an onmyoji or meddlesome adventurer dares to unravel his schemes. For the fox, even ruin holds its utility, and even the broken are not beyond use.
Fox Fire (gold hue). As a vulpine Auspice, he commands the art of conjuring ethereal wisps of white or bluish-white flame or crackling fox-fire—kitsune-bi—called forth with but a thought. These amorphous flickers of light and heat dance at his whim, their forms as fluid as his imagination allows. Shaped to his desire, they can become tools, ornaments, or weapons, each imbued with a warmth that feels as though it has basked beneath a relentless summer sun. The textures of these creations are as mutable as their purpose, ranging from the supple resilience of sinewy flesh to the brittle hardness of spun glass. For the kitsune, they are often mere instruments of convenience or whimsy, but when provoked, these radiant constructs can twist into fearsome armaments, striking with the cunning ferocity of their master.
backstory
Long ago, Kiru was nothing more than a humble fox, a creature of no great renown, slipping unnoticed through ancient forests. He lived far beyond the years allotted to such a modest being, defying death with each passing season. Yet, as time stretched endlessly before him, something within him stirred. The essence of an Auspice awakened, transforming him into a being of cunning and magic. His newfound power was formidable, though it paled in comparison to the Four Great Auspices, whose might loomed as distant and untouchable as the stars.Undeterred by his limitations, Kiru set about weaving a life of influence. He became a merchant, a fox cloaked in finery, spinning silken words as easily as he struck deals. Through wit and guile, he amassed wealth and power, becoming a figure of whispered legend among mortals. His schemes attracted the attention of another fox named Ara, whose beauty was as deadly as her hunger. She, too, had risen to the rank of Auspice, her allure and ambition rivaling his own.Their union was as inevitable as it was dangerous. Bound by a shared thirst for power, they became betrothed, plotting together to build an empire that would span mortal and divine realms alike. Yet, even among foxes, love is a treacherous thing. As Kiru’s strength grew, eclipsing her own, Ara’s admiration soured into envy. She struck a pact with his enemies, offering his imprisonment in exchange for a shrine raised in her honor, where she would be worshipped and sated with mortal sacrifices.Betrayed by the one he trusted most, Kiru was ensnared in a ritual of dark magic, his essence sealed within the blade of an enchanted katana. Ara’s shrine rose from the earth, its stones steeped in false reverence, but her triumph was short-lived. Her greed led to her own downfall, as the forces that had aided her turned on her, sealing her within the very shrine built to glorify her name.Centuries passed, and the world moved on. The katana, once feared and revered, became a relic of a forgotten age, its magic fading with time. Then, in an act of recklessness, a young Miqo'te named Mune shattered the blade, scattering its shards across the lands of Hydaelyn. From the fragments of his prison, Kiru emerged, a storm of fury and shadow, reborn into a world that had nearly forgotten him.His first act upon release was to seek vengeance. He desecrated Ara’s shrine, tearing apart the sanctuary of her pride and ambition. In his wrath, he inadvertently shattered the seal that bound her, freeing her from her imprisonment. Now, their fates are entwined once more, their shared history a tapestry of betrayal and vengeance.Kiru walks the mortal world once more as a merchant and information broker, a master of whispers and schemes. His voice carries the weight of centuries, his words shaping the destinies of those foolish enough to cross his path. Though his power remains fractured, locked within the scattered shards of the katana, his ambitions burn as fiercely as ever.He hunts the fragments of his prison with relentless determination, each shard a step closer to reclaiming the might stolen from him. Yet, power alone no longer satisfies him. He craves adoration, the worship of mortals who will kneel before him as they once did in the time before his fall. With every lie told, every secret traded, Kiru draws closer to his ultimate goal: to rise beyond the shadows of his past.His path is one of cunning and cruelty, a dance of shadows and fire. And though he smiles, his fangs are always bared, for Kiru is a fox, and in his heart, the game never truly ends.
current
Bound by shared purpose, he has allied with Red Moon, seeking their aid in reclaiming the scattered shards of the katana’s blade that once imprisoned him.
⸻ sightings
Kugane. The fox is busy scheming.
Ul’dah/Limsa/Gridania. Plotting and shard-hunting can take him anywhere.
Bathhouses. Fond of the way the heat seeps into muscle and bone.
Black market. Items or information bought and sold freely.
Decadent delights. A lavish life of luxury and indulgence means he can be found wherever such things are offered.
Tairiku. The lounge caters to many who find themselves drawn within.
⸻ hooks
Ara. There's a bounty on her capture issued by the fox.
Blade shard. You found one of the coveted shards of his prison. What will you ask for in trade?
Tentative alliances. Need help in weaving a web of your own? Be careful not to get tangled up~.
Red Moon. Chikage, Invictus, or Tairiku. Or an ally of Red Moon.
bonds
⸻ ara
Wife
Even the sting of betrayal cannot extinguish the torch he carries for her. Ara will always be both his greatest love and worst enemy. A constant thorn in his side whenever they meet.
⸻ mune
Liberator.
Her instability led her to shatter his prison, freeing him. She still possesses the battered hilt of the katana that imprisoned him, which he will one day reclaim.
⸻ ?
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ooc
IC =/= OOC. I’m not my character, my character is not me. I’m happily married. Friends are great, but don't flirt with me OOC.
Consent and communication are paramount to interaction. Let me know if you’re not feeling the scene or uncomfortable; I’ll do the same.
21+ only. Keep things third person, please.
Quality over quantity. In-game, expect 1-2 paragraphs; on Discord, expect 2-5 paragraphs.
I prefer plot-heavy connections and long-term non-romantic bonds, but I am not opposed to ERP if it happens.
I’m interested in dark and mature themes intermixed with conflict.
Lore-bending is fine, but I’m not interested in lore-breaking, WoL, self-inserts, kinning, or alternate universes. Permanent death and disfigurement, metagaming, godmodding, and powerplaying are also no-goes for me. Injuries are fine, talk to me about it first.
Dice rolls for combat and determiners when not improvising.
