Name: Zubuzi mymoka
Age:15
Gender:female
Appearance: .
History:
Zubuzi is from a long line of weapons. Trained in combat practically since she leaves the womb! In her early years her Grandfather was a driving force, being a notorious demon arm, he had brought great shame on the family. Determined to surpass his power she did anything to gain an edge, she challenged her father every day! Challenges in any feat of strength or skill! They began to ambush one another a silly game between father and daughter, as she grew in age the game got more and more serious. However she never landed a blow her father was far to skilled. She honed her edge to make no sound, her breath to be ever still! Yet still she always was deflected, her father was the greatest weapon she had ever known. Less than 4 months ago, she claimed her first and only victory to her father....
Her father was a man of some importance within the political circles of weapon and meister. Of enough importance it would seem to be poisoned. As she dropped down upon him, she even said good morning! She was preparing her mind to react to the counter and spar in their normal fashion.But her next memory was her blade sinking straight into her fathers spine, the distinct sound of her perfect blade sliding through flesh as if it was sliding into a sheath. The immidate feeling of tears, the terror, the anger overwhelming emotions. And her fathers words. "That was a beautiful strike, but remember to work on the heart rate. I can feel yours racing before I enter the room. Ha ha..."
He knew she was there so why enter? Did he want her to kill him? Was it a test to see if she knew he was sick? WHY?! WHAT?
Obviously there is more to it, but her family keeps it hushed and quietly pushed it under the rug. Expelling the murder to the streets. Leaving her to grief in exile, it was an act of mercy that death invited her to the academy. Not that she much well had a choice.
Weapon-Form:Double sided glaive
Resonance: "Blood soaked blade" The glaive gains size, and glows with a "Dark" light. The energy it emits posions the air for friend and foe alike. In addition if the blade cut flesh the effect is intensified making it almost impossible to function. Likely there is room for growth but at the moment she is just as scared to use it as her opponent is to face it.
For Dante.