KO grew up with very little so he tries to enjoy life to the fullest. Oftentimes this makes him a spectacle but knowing how precious life is he refuses to lessen his zest for life. KO tends to call people he dislikes “joyless fucks” seeing as how he considers himself to be a fun person. There is a streak of silliness and immaturity in everything he does which can be grating for some people and entertaining for others. His sense of humor and overall demeanor is crass. KO has a way of ineloquently speaking his mind not having time to put on airs for people which is again a point of consternation for those around him as there doesn’t appear to be a lot of thinking before he speaks. Despite being so crude KO has a varied sense of honor being the type of guy who will kick you below the belt, but won’t attack you from behind. This plays up in battle where his moves are “smash mouth”, intended for a street fight rather than stealthy shinobi combat. This has earned him a reputation as a blunt instrument which he takes pride in to the point of vainglory.

This is not to say that KO can’t be serious when the time calls for it because as hot-headed as he is; the young man is a natural combatant meant for adversarial work.

They say it is impossible for anything to grow on concrete, the tiny plants we see are just tiny sprouts, floral debris that have found cracks within the concrete. These floral debris live an insignificant existence in which their ultimate destiny is to be walked upon by the uninterested and nonchalant passerbys. The young man who would come to be called KO Kazama was nothing more than debris, insignificant in the vast tapestry that was this world and all he has ever known is the concrete of the streets.

The young boy had no name at first, the memories of his early childhood are not something he can even faintly recall. He does not suffer from amnesia in the traditional sense, but like most children he just simply had no conscious memories until reaching a certain age even if this was a little later for this particular boy than most. His past however was of no importance to him, he had no yearning for a family he never knew, no yearning to be called a name he had never heard, the only precious memory of his early life is the first day he can really remember, the day he was truly born.

On that fateful day the universe had marked the nameless boy for death. Starvation kept him hungry, fear kept him tired, and the cold streets of Fuzen that provided no place for shelter kept him desperate. As people in desperate positions are prone to do, the starved child broke the law for the first time and tried to steal from a street merchant. His crime was pitiable but it would receive no leniency in the Land Hidden by Sin, the man he robbed cornered the child in an alleyway and was ready to seek retribution. On this pivotal day the child learned how cruel the world could be, the unforgettable rancorous fury of this man and the seeming necessity of the man to assert his fury with his own brand of violence. This was the first day the lilac haired child would remember feeling a person’s fist smash his face inward, this was the first day he heard the uncontrollable ringing in his ears overloading his auditory perception , this was the first day he remembered feeling his body stiffen as he was knocked to the ground, his brain rattled and shook within his skull. He felt darkness begin to overcome him as his body lay heavy and immobile with a sandalled bulbous foot ready to make the first day he can remember the last day he would remember by crushing his skull underfoot.

The first day this nascent life could recall death sent salutations to him and naively he closed his eyes thinking that if he ignored the greeting he might live through this, but when that end unexpectedly did not come he opened his eyes his assailant face down with a jagged point with a bandaged handle protruding from the man’s head.

This was the day someone decided to give the boy with no name a life. This savior would become the boy’s blood brother, his name was August Rekkusu Kazama. August was a gaunt, macerated boy who could have only been slightly older than no name, and yet somehow his presence was so much more than that of another street urchin. August was made of something different, his spirit had been tempered on and by the harsh streets of Fuzenkagure. Even though he was a mere child he was dangerous enough to murder a grown man with ease and even though this boy had the malice of the devil there was no fear infecting nameless boy. Maybe it was because there was nothing in the world for him to miss if he had died in this dirty alleyway or maybe it was because he too was a devil, either way this fateful meeting was the first core memory the innominate youth formed and more importantly this memory would be the impetus for how he lived his life.

August stretched his hand to him and issued his first of many orders, “you need to trust me, get up Ko, we have to get as far away from this place as possible and go to where we truly belong”.

The boy who had been born with no name, no memories, no purpose was given all these things by August Rekkusu Kazama when he took that outstretched hand. Living on the streets makes for an upbringing typified by need. August taught the boy he named Ko that he needed to be resourceful, he needed to be able defend himself, he needed to be able to move forward to find the place they truly belonged. The two boys grew to be quite opposite for the most part, a penchant for rudeness being one of the only things they had in common. That was of little consequence to either as the experience in the alley made them blood brothers, even if they never spoke such words to one another. For years Ko. would depend on August to tell him what to do and how to do it, taking his orders in stride. August was a rather direct person always cutting to the fact of the matter and oftentimes doing so inappropriately yet the trust they shared was unbreakable.

August was a quiet person in contrast to how boisterous Ko was. Being someone who spoke such few words there were questions that Ko never got full answers from August on. He trusted August with his life but there were still curiosities that Ko held, such as why August gave him the name Ko and why he chose to bring Ko with him on his journey to get to the elusive “place they belonged”.

They would journey mostly between Fuzen, Iwa, and Suna in search of the place August was looking for. Ko was absolutely resolute in his belief of August even as they wandered the hidden villages and countries, never seeming to find what August had been looking for. The pair were essentially living as vagabond nomads with a penchant for petty theft and an even bigger penchant for danger. This way of life made them physically and mentally strong, the two of them even taught themselves how to wield chakra which in turn allowed them to go from low level thieves to small time mercenaries. Ko is not really sure how many years had passed from that day in the alley but he and August gained their own accoutrements most notably the August’s Fangs of Barbatos, becoming the type of men who could be confident in their powers. In the Fuzen slums they had gained quite the reputation and perhaps that’s why everything fell apart…

For reasons August wouldn’t say, he wanted for himself and Ko to retire from the soldier for hire life. The first step to make that move was to finally gain official identities, Ko had misgivings about the endeavor having lived without any identity aside from the one August gave him for most of his life. Still despite August not stating his reason the decade plus they spent together gave Ko insight into what his sworn brother might have thought. Shortly after gaining identification the brothers enlisted to become shinobi of Fuzen. It was soon after this that the brothers were approached by a woman in a dark cloak that had a certain iconography that Ko had never seen before but it was one he would never forget. August asked Ko to leave so he could speak to their “guest” in private. August gave no implication anything was amiss and as always Ko did what August asked of him. Despite his misgivings Ko did what he had always done when August asked him to do something, he simply did it. No one came in or out of the dwelling but hours had to have passed by. When Ko finally decided enough was enough and went back all he found were the Fangs of Barbatos and blood on the ground with no sign of the stranger or August. Just as he had been on that first day of his “life” Ko was alone in the world again. With no other path before him he followed the last order August had given him, to become a shinobi for Fuzenkagure.

As a shinobi of Fuzen Ko is sent around the world to fight in service of the streets he grew up on. Perhaps foolishly he has not given up hope that he will eventually find that woman and his blood brother.

Lower middle class, Ko is pretty lousy with money so even though he makes a livable wage as a shinobi he's often broke

D- Rank: Konagona ni natta yume- KO approaches his foes with his hands in his pockets before winding up and unfurling a devastating strike will immediately leave his opponent in pain.

D- Rank: Body Flicker Technique(Shunshin no jutsu)- By using the Body Flicker Technique, a ninja can move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed. To an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. It is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds. The amount of chakra required depends on the overall distance and elevation between the user and the intended destination.

D- Rank: Quadruple Somersault(Shijū chūgaeri)- The user is able to complete a multi rotational backward somersault with 4 twists allowing them exceptional mobility in the air as a defense. This technique can be paired with a weapon to block incoming projectiles.

D- Rank: Bass Kick Swing (Basukikkusuingu)- This technique is a very sudden move that has the user somersault forward and nail their opponent with the sole of their foot.

C-Rank: Baby Comeback (Beibī modotte kite): If Barbatos’ fangs are separated as long as KO holds one blade in his hand he can call the other one back to him akin to a boomerang.

C-Rank: Orbital Air Sphere(Seikuken): A combat method that involves controlling the entire radius within one's arm length, creating the mental image of spherical shield around oneself. It can be used for offense and defense in a stand up situation.

B-Rank: Cherry Bomb(Cherībomu): KO gathers a dense concentration of chakra in his fist and instead of creating a controlled concentrated impact it is simply an explosion of most of KO chakra. The destructive power of this jutsu is enough to upend large chunks of the earth, create massive cratering in the ground, and is accompanied by a bright red maelstrom of chakra akin to a small bomb. KO’s lack of chakra control makes this a more destructive but unrefined version of Sakura Haruno’s Cherry Blossom Impact.

Master of Barbatos: August has power over a twin set of Kodachi that he calls the “Fangs of Barbatos”. The blades' craftsmanship is pristine with a perfect blade geometry, razor sharp edges to flay skin from bone. The hidden power of these swords is their unbreakable connection to each other. They are two sides of a half, yearning to be with one another so they may be whole. This is not simply metaphorical as this bond creates a magnetic attraction between one another. A common tactic for August is to throw one fang while the other is held, the projectile sword will return to the wielder much like a boomerang.



When the swords combine to become whole they take on the form of an imposing sword mace. The handle alone is about .5 a meter long with the weapon’s edge being just under 1.5 meters. In this form Barbatos sacrifices cutting power for chopping power and unbridled physicality that can crater the ground in a single strike. In spite of its size because August is it’s master the blade “allows” him to wield it with a blinding swiftness that belies its massive frame.



Hard Body Karate aka Street Fighter: KO didn’t get any formal training in taijutsu but he has developed his own fighting style based from his time on the streets and as a mercenary. This crude and rudimentary style doesn’t have any defined stances; it's merely predicated on brawling and doing whatever it takes to down the enemy figuratively and literally. Having been in real fights to the death KO doesn’t know how to fight as if his life didn’t depend on it. He utilizes sharp elbow strikes more than he does straights and jabs, he will shoot in and take an opponent down instead of standing up and trading blows. KO would rather employ heavy use of ground and pound tactics where the opponent has to punch from underneath and he can strike downward with more force. There is not a level KO would not stoop to if it means winning the fight, being willing to bite his opponent, rake their eyes, or even stomp on their head if the opportunity presents itself. Furthering this theme of barbarism if you show your back to KO he has no scruples of taking your back and choking you out, nothing is out of bounds because everyone has a plan until they get hit and there are no rules when it’s a fight to the death. This mindset and his natural athleticism has given birth to an erratic attack pattern that could be called downright manic as K.O. employs the use of parkour to flip, vault, jump, roll, and even run, anything he deems suitable for the situation. This also means that the terrain is a weapon for him as well as he will take whatever is on hand and turn it into an armament.

The issue with Street Fighter is that it lacks a definitive strategy and has no real philosophy other than fight or die. This style is not especially effective against fighters who utilize a ground based attack as there is very little defense in the Street Fighter style so people who use submission based attacks or jiu jitsu styled taijutsu have the advantage if they can get K.O. down and on his back.