About the Boy

Name: Akane

Nickname: Akane Bakura (Someone called him that because of his similar hairstyle to an anime character and he took it as his surname. Original surname, if any, unknown)

Age: He doesn’t know his chronological age. Mental age, 26. Looks a bit younger.

Eyes: Yellow

Hair: Red, cut shaggy and choppy to his shoulders.

Skin: Sun kissed pale

Height: 183cm

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Likes: Potent drink (no alcopops!), being out at night, winning, accomplishing tasks, sleeping during the day, dumb easy-watching action movies, having food made for him, having things made for him, being cheeky, shiny things including jewellery.

Dislikes: People in authority over him, real or imagined, losing, misplacing things, bullies, cleaning, bright lights and, more recently, dark, enclosed spaces.

Personality: Akane is an angry, arrogant, disdainful man. He is independent, smug and determined. This makes him sound unpleasant, and maybe he is, but he has his reasons and, really, he is a lot nicer than he used to be. He’s also protective, usually of himself, but also of things or people he loves. He (and you also, if you have the normal number of digits) can count how many fit that description on one hand with fingers spare. His memories are not pleasant and he self-medicates whatever personality disorder he has with alcohol; whisky or rum, nicer stuff if he can get it, but he prefers quantity over quality. He always has a goal, and he will work himself to death to achieve it. Sitting still is not his way, but procrastinating with self-indulgence is.

Personal History: Akane has lived a long time, and he’s spent a lot of it angry. His far past involved a family; a sister with a fondness for bare feet and puppet shows. He inherited his father’s determination and his disdain for morality. In those days, he only cared about himself, and protecting his sister from fiends like him.

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Akane and his sister Yuzuki


His greed for power as a youth led him to the service of and old crone with a bad reputation and an aptitude for black magic. As a handsome, smooth-talking young man he did very well working for an ugly old woman. He did her bidding on earth, controlling her forces as one of several lieutenants.

The Senshi of that time and place were five in number. It has been so long that Akane cannot remember the names of any but one of them- the one who wore the green. The others were not worth recalling, in his opinion. They were cruel to the green one, and she was the only one of them with a higher calling. He had observed the senshi from behind the creatures he used to attack. Then he antagonised them, and the green-wearer in particular. Eventually, after enough casual cruelty from her fellows, she agreed to leave a battle with him, her abilities being limited and of little use in that instance, as her companions griped many times.

One afternoon turned into many meetings and he became very protective of her. He now wished to leave the service of the crone. The companionship between him and the green senshi had been carefully concealed from her fellows but it all came out one terrible day. The Crone, spiteful as a rule but even more so when she is scorned, discovered his plans to desert her and decided to take a public revenge. She informed the senshi that Akane was visiting the green wearer, telling them he was only using her and that, as he was doing it without her permission, she would punish him.

The rest of that day, Akane cannot remember. The next thing he knew, he was wearing only a shirt and trousers, his jewellery, weapon, coat and shoes removed, and he was in a prison cell in the Crone’s base. He was taken to the crone’s throne room by his former allies with energy banding around his wrists. The Crone stood before him, ugly as ever. He was thrust onto his knees before her and saw the five senshi standing along the wall. They were to watch the punishment of the criminal who had treated one of their number so treacherously. The Crone brought a large energy burster out. Old fashioned and clunky, it was still powerful enough to blast him to atoms and spread them across the universes. He tried not to look at the green senshi. He did not know what she believed, but his guards had told him gleefully that the senshi thought him a traitor. If the senshi knew it had been consensual between them, he did not want to know what punishment they might wreak on one of their own. The best he could do, he reasoned as he knelt on the cold floor, was die without giving her away. Despite his proud nature, he bent his head to impending death; not trusting himself not to glance up at the last moment and betray her. He heard the weapon starting up, a horrible sound which promised doom. Then, a lens in the front of the weapon shot out a gleaming dark light pulse. Despite himself, he flinched his eyes closed.

But, while the energy burst was incredible, he felt no pain. Was he meant to feel pain? Was it already over? No, he still felt the cold floor under his knees, and the energy bonds had fizzled into nothing from the stronger energy field. He looked up.

Before him, between him and the weapon, stood the green-wearing senshi. With her sword, so often bemoaned by her fellows as useless, she was deflecting the energy blast. The four other senshi cried out at her to stop, but they would not approach. Grinning with greed, the Crone turned the energy blaster up to full power; she would take out one of her enemies as well as a traitor. The senshi was losing her balance and was pushed back by the weapon. Akane realised at this point she would be blasted to nothing with him. Slowly, pinned down by the energy pulse, he stood and grabbed her elbow. He pulled her arm and twisted her away. The sword, moved from the centre of the blast, stopped deflecting the energy to either side of them but its shield effect continued to protect them even as the energy blast threw them backwards with violent force.

They both hit the wall of the chamber. Akane felt his body collide with hers and they landed on the cold floor. He could no longer see or hear the energy beam. All he could hear was blood pounding in his ears and an odd, gasping breathing. He turned his head. It seemed to take forever and no time at all that he watched her rapid, sharp inhalations slow... down...

Again, Akane remembers nothing of what happened after that. When he awoke the next time, he was in a very different prison. He was on a prison moon. The Crone knew the Keeper of the prison moon, a man who loved collecting criminals and housing them in such a way that they would never grow old, for that would make the punishment so short. Who would want a collection of geriatrics? The Prison Keeper may as well just start an aged care home if he wanted that. No, Akane was kept alive, healthy, and young and confined to a cell every minute of every day without even a window to keep time with.

No-one spoke to him for almost the entire time he was there. Rarely, a guard would check on him, but he had no knowledge of what happened before he arrived, nor how he got to the moon. To stay (mostly) sane, he tore a stone from his cell wall and used it to exercise. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, but as his body was kept in a static, never-changing form, he couldn’t see any benefits from the work except the mental result of him not being crazy.

His chance came when a patrol ship from the nearest capital planet came too close to the moon. It turned out that the prison moon was not exactly legal and the Keeper of the prison was as much a criminal as the prison inmates, if not more so. The Keeper fled with his guards and left the prisoners to be found by the patrol or stay where they were if the patrol passed them by.

A guard, doing one last check of the prison cells, brushed past Akane’s door panel. Akane charged the panel and roared at the guard, who jumped, lost his balance and fell upon the panel. The crystal he and all other guards wore was a master key to the cells and, as Akane had hoped, it came too close to the keypad. It unlocked the keypad, flashed green, and the panel slid open. Akane stepped out, grinning maniacally. Akane ignored the guard and immediately looked for the Prison Keeper’s quarters. He changed his clothes, stuffed many valuables into his pockets and on his person (the Keeper liked jewellery even more than Akane did) and looked up his own file on the Keeper’s computer.

Apart from a vague description of himself, the date he had arrived and the location of his weapon, the file was bare. If he wanted to find out what happened to his senshi, he had better do it at the source. Akane stopped by the relic housing room and took back his weapon.

Akane commandeered a fleeing podcraft and used it to escape the moon. Before he got far, he was intercepted by the Imperial craft and he was taken back to the main planet- Earth. An Earth so vastly changed from what he knew.

He was taken to give the leaders a report of the prison moon. When Akane explained how he had escaped, the king had been impressed. To escape even when the potential for being freed by someone else was so near made Akane a dogged and driven individual. King Helios presented him with the iron item. Akane accepted it only because it might grant him more freedom to discover what became of the green senshi.

About the Knight

Title: Knight of Iron, Tenacity and Dedication

Influence: Separation, External Forces Affecting Earth (i.e. meteorites with iron ore)

Metal: Iron

Symbol: X

Colors: Black, silver, gold

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Team: Metallic Knights

Weapons: A long staff with an orb on one end and a narrow point at the other. The orb changes colour; shifting from purple and gold of dawn to blackest night with stars and clouds.

Items: Needlepoint wristband, a gold necklace and other jewellery including earrings and rings. Car keys (he’s very attached to his wheels), his item is a keychain (yes. It makes about as much sense as a pen).

Abilities: Akane is an excellent swordsman, despite the fact he doesn’t use a sword. He shoots blasts of energy from the orb on his staff, and he’s a pretty good shot. He can also control how large the energy bursts are; for example he can fire a volley of thin, needle-like blasts in quick succession to cut off an enemy’s escape, or shoot a large amount of energy to incapacitate and enemy or kill them outright (he doesn’t like doing that)

Knight History: Akane has spent his time trying to find records of the green senshi. He has not had much luck; records on senshis from other places are scarce. He has been practising his abilities with his staff to get back up to snuff after an eternity without magic abilities in his prison. He has started to dislike dark, enclosed spaces and he has been trying to break himself out of it. He can’t even bear to sleep in a still room- he must have a window open, even if that means freezing his necessaries off.