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The cold winds seemed to whip back and forth in the deep, demented forest. The trees actual bent in a circular motion, like a hynotic swirl. The snow that drifted down from those dark clouds, barely scene from the night's sky, settled upon the ground, having already formed a small bit of layered snow. A heavy trail of footprints had made its tracks within the snow, life obvious now among the dead trees. The thing, moreso the man, who made these tracks walked slowly, his cloak drawn tightly around him. A red hilt poked out from the dark shadows, making the weapon upon his hip all too obvious to the other men following him, silent within the trees.

The destination of this man's journey was to these men's graves, little did they know. He knew where they came from, but they knew not his powers, how lethal he was. The stories told of an ancient clan named the Besigans. They worked with matters of the soul, using magic that few could actually master. A trator among them sent them to their deaths, and it was this man..the last of his clan, that avenged his bretherin.

The traitor had been working for a group know as Exus, a comapny that specialized within warfare. The Besigan's refused to give them secrets, and so they wanted them destroyed, now that the clan was down to one, Exus felt strong about the success of their assassins. They, however, sent mortals to fight this man. They saw the Besigan's as a bunch of humans, when in fact..none were.

He paused by a large prozen lake, admiring its reflective surface. Just behind him, he heard the faint crush of snow as the assassins landed. His single silver eye flashed from within the shadows of his hood. Lifting his hands up, he let his hood drop, and too their surprise, tehy found his hair to match that of the snow he stood upon. What shocked them more were the pointed ears upon his head. An elf.. Amazing as it was, it was only worse when the cloak fell further, revealing his attire. A tuxedo, oddly enough. And a black feline tail flicked up around his waist like a belt as he turned to his assassins, a hand upon his blade. He narrowed his single eye, the other hidden behind an eyepatch.

The last of the Besigans..quite the powerful man. He cleared his throat as an aura grew visible around his palms, a dark blue. "You men have come to kill me.." he whispered softly, making their intentions clear. The underestimated him however, because just as one stepped forward with his blade, the other six fell into the snow, coating the white ice with crimson. It took seconds more to slay the last human. Only too bad that Exus believed the clan near to death, as this man, Oki, they called him, did not move. He did not even draw his sword. Four warriors appeared from the shadows of the trees, all bowing their heads to him and murmuring, "Master."

Last of his clan indeed.


Oki lifted a hand to his warriors, smiling. "You did well, my students." With a small nod, they retreated into the shadows, awaiting to burst forth with their unique powers. Oki turned back to the lake and took a small breath. "Oki." he whispered, thinking upon his own name. "The very word has lost its meaning...it is my pained past, and not me. I am no longer Oki.." He nodded confidently, tossing his cloak aside as his boiling blood and the cold air burst against one another, cooling his body a little in the process. The elf slowly walked into the water, to find his feet standing upon it like earth. He smiled at the ability. He was not Oki..not that slave.

He was Akihiko


Several years passed of Akihiko training these four students of his. He trained them for a short while before a realization hit him. He couldn't teach them everything they needed to know. Aki's knowledge was limited. He needed swordsmen, mages, even healers to properly teach them. Akihiko figured he would need to think big on this topic. That was when it hit him. He should do what he dreamed of for many nights.

Recreate the Besigan Clan.

For so long he'd been left alone, the last living member of this clan. It should be him to bring it out of its ashes like a rising pheonix. Akihiko set it in his mind firmly that this was going to be his mission. Telling his students to train elsewhere, he went on his search for more masters. He'd assign each student a master of their own. He would also need some warriors to help defend the clan. Mages to teach them magic and cast protective spells over the small town he'd need to house the clan. Healers would be useful in the event of injury. He went through the towns, searching until he had a handful of people willing to join their cause.

Having gained their loyalties, he organized the clan. Several years had passed since the man had left the world of mortals, becoming Ira's slave. He'd broken free, knowing a great deal of power. Using this he constructed himself a demon body, making his form into that of an elf. What was more, he had students..friends..allies. He had all of them to share his secrets with, to rebuild what he once called family.

The Besigan Clan.

Now Akihiko did indeed have blood family, closer and more valuable to him than his own life. He shared three mothers, one godmother, an adoptive mother, and his birth mother. All three of them he loved dearly. It took all three of them to raise him as well. Of the three, Akihiko seemed to prefer only two of his siblings. His older sister, Versa, and his older brother, Nera. Versa was a dark elf, oddly enough, and her mother was unknown to him, though they shared a father who died off in an elven war. She grew protective over her little brother, seeming to destroy a part of his love life in her jealousy, but that only made him love her more, because she cared this much. (It also helped weed out the sluts from his life.)

And then there was Nera, the older and far more powerful adoptive brother. The elf trailed after Nera as a young boy like a stray dog would, trying to learn all he could. They would practice swordsmanship, which Nera always won, magic, which Nera won, and academic knowledge, which was about a tie, though Nera bested him again. Though the older sibling seemed far superior and should have invoked hatred from Aki, none showed. He was fine living in his brother's shadow, as it made his powers all the more surprising. When Aki lost his ways to Ira, is was his brother he turned to, and in turn his brother took a similiar pathway to power.

Aki and Nera now train together in the Besigan Clan, besting one another in any skill that they can. They learn, they fight, and they love. Because well....thats what brother's do.